A red-hot billionaire offered me a ride home.
I’m about to find out if he’s as greedy in the bedroom as he is in business.
The night I met Declan Wells, I was dressed as a fairytale princess. He looked like the devil in disguise.
When my rideshare driver was a no-show, Declan offered me a lift home.
Since we worked in the same building in Lower Manhattan, I didn’t see the harm in it.
I had no idea that night would end with my gown and tiara on Declan’s bedroom floor.
I had more fun than I’ve ever had before, so when Declan suggested a friends-with-extra-fun-benefits arrangement, I was completely on board.
As an attorney, I don’t have time for a serious relationship, and after my messy divorce, I’m determined to honor my commitment to put my career before everything else.
But then, Declan walks into my law firm with an offer too good to pass up.
Agreeing to represent him is the best decision I’ve ever made.
Or is it the worst?