I never thought a meeting for my upcoming fashion enterprise would lead to me sitting at an auction, watching women of high society strutting back and forth, their company up for bid at exorbitant amounts. Frankly, it just doesn’t interest me. That is, until I see her. Londyn Harding, the little rich girl who stabbed me in the back all those years ago. I will win her, but I can’t forget the rules: no touching unless she allows it.
Now we have a full two weeks together at my chalet in Cannes, and I’m looking for more than just payback. I want answers. Like why someone whose betrayal made her daddy millions would need to sell herself. How she can look so hurt when she’s the one who tore my heart out. And if there’s any way I can get her out of my system without getting too close to her. I’ve been hurt before and I refuse to let it happen again.
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How can I say no?
Luke just dumped his conniving fiancé and needs a shoulder to cry on.
I’ll always be there for him.
Problem is, I want him. I’ve always wanted him.
Then I see the king-sized bed.
And Luke starts pulling out all the plays.
His kisses are far more real than the ones I’ve imagined.
And the more we pretend, the more real it feels.
But come the end of the week, will our make-believe honeymoon be the end of a lifelong friendship?
Or the beginning of something much more?
I guess it’s time to find out.
Every girl in my sorority wants the smoking hot mechanic next door, myself included, but a man is the last thing I need in my life—especially a tattooed single dad with a reputation as a badass. A man like that draws attention, and a woman hiding out from an abusive ex needs to keep a low profile—but then my car breaks down and I have no way to pay.
I gave up raising hell the day I became a dad—there’s no greater rush than seeing my little girl’s smile. We keep to ourselves, until the sorority girl next door comes up short on her car repairs, and offers babysitting services in exchange for payment. Our agreement is hands off, business only, but being around her is a special kind of torture that quickly reminds me I’m still a man, and now, with more time on my hands, I’m finding it harder and harder to keep them off her.