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"London and Finlay had off the charts chemistry, while London was more aggressive Finlay was more reserved. They balanced each other out. Brynlee and Mia we're hilarious. This is a must read. Couldn't put it down. Chloe.has done it again."

"I really enjoyed this book about Finlay and London. The characters are well-developed and have chemistry. The story is interesting, well-written, with a happily ever after."

"Such a great story! Even though it starts with a little blackmail. It has all the components of a great love story; drama, hot chemistry and a happy ending!"

"You'll love London and Finlay's story and you'll find it hard to put down once you start reading. Their chemistry was off the charts but he was supposedly off limits since he was her professor. A little blackmail goes a long way and London was determined to use it to her advantage."

"Moral to this story is if you've got something to hide don't become a professor. What's a little blackmail going to hurt, when both parties win? A lot. This one is a little different in that the blackmailer is a student and female. So just a bit of a twist. Just when you think all is complete and happy ever after yet another twist is thrown at you. Definitely an entertaining and captivating story. Also if the blackmail doesn't hint at it, this book is hot!"

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99�� FAN PRICING UNTIL AT MIDNIGHT, SEPTEMBER 15TH Chapter OneLondon

I flipped through the catalog and waited for something to jump out of me. Nothing. Zero. Nada. I sighed and tossed it on the scarred coffee table in Mia���s apartment. I let out an exaggerated sigh and pouted, then waited for her to ask me what was wrong.��

���Out with it,��� she said on cue.��

���I can���t find a class,��� I said with frustration. ���I can���t believe I���m trying to take another class. I worked my ass off thinking I could skate this last year, and now I���m told I have to have three more credits to be full-time. If I���m not full-time, bye-bye loans and scholarship.���

���If you weren���t so dedicated, you wouldn���t be in this situation,��� she teased. ���You���re just too smart for your own good.���

���I was afraid I would burn out,��� I told her. ���I wanted to get as much done while I was fresh and motivated. I think it���s dumb I have to take a class I don���t want or need just to keep up my end of the deal. You would think the scholarship people would be happy to save a few bucks.���

���Ah, but then the university would lose out on a few bucks,��� she said with a laugh.��

I rolled my eyes. ���They have me by the balls.���

She laughed at my crude expression. ���I suppose they do. There has to be something in there.�����

She grabbed the catalog and flipped through the pages. ���How about photography?���

I curled my lip. ���Too complicated, and I don���t like people.���

���True,��� she said. ���Basket weaving?���

My brow arched. ���Do I look like the type of girl that sits around and weaves baskets? What the hell kind of skill is that?���

She was laughing as she flipped through the pages. ���I don���t think you���re going to find anything you actually like. Let���s switch gears. Have you heard about the hot teacher?���

���What is that?��� I asked.��

���It���s not a what, it���s a who.���

���And what about him?��� I questioned.��

She was focused on the catalog. ���Here! Professor Cooper teaches architecture. It���s a beginner class, and there are no prerequisites. You could take that class.���

I looked at her like she was crazy. ���Architecture? Like buildings?���

���The class description says it���s more about sketching,��� she explained. ���I don���t think you get to start planning skyscrapers in an introductory class.���

I grabbed my laptop and pulled up my search engine. ���What���s his name?���

���Cooper.���

I typed his name into the staff page and grinned. ���Well, hello, Mr. Cooper.���

���Let me see!��� Mia exclaimed.��

I turned my laptop toward her. ���I think I have a sudden interest in building skyscrapers.���

���He���s hot,��� she gasped. ���How is he a professor? He���s too young.���

I pulled it back to read his bio. ���He has a small architecture business, and it looks like he only teaches this one class right now. Damn. That is a man I could have some fun with.���

���See if you can get in his class,��� Mia encouraged.��

I cocked my head to the side and zoomed in on his picture. ���He looks familiar.���

���Because he looks like a model or a movie star,��� she said. ���Like a young Brad Pitt or maybe even a Leo a la Titanic.���

���I want that man,��� I said.��

���London, he���s a professor,��� Mia reminded me. ���You can look, and you can flirt, but you cannot have.���

I grinned and quickly signed in to my account to add his class to my upcoming semester. ���We���ll see,��� I said with a shrug.��

���London, don���t you dare! I was only kidding. He���s eye candy. You can���t have him.���

���Says who?��� I asked and hit the Submit button.��

���Says the rules!���

I rolled my eyes. ���You can���t say that. There���s this little thing in my brain that goes on red alert when someone says I can���t do something. I can���t help it. I see it and I want to go against it.���

���You���re a little rebel, I get that, but this is different,��� she lectured. ���This is a rule for a reason. You can���t sleep with the professor.���

���Why not?���

���First of all, you don���t even know if he���s single,��� she said.��

I shrugged. ���Not hard to find out.���

���Okay, and what if he���s gay?�����

���Again, easy enough to find out,��� I answered.��

���What if he doesn���t like sassy twenty-one-year-olds with giant attitudes?��� she countered.��

���I���m not asking him to marry me. I just want to take him for a ride or two, depending on how the first one goes.���

���Again, what makes you think he will want you?�����

���I didn���t exactly fall off the ugly tree,��� I snapped.��

���No, but what if you aren���t his type?�����

I rolled my eyes so hard it actually hurt a little. ���He���s a man. Seriously, do they really need a type? I���m hot, I���m young, and I���m offering.���

She burst into laughter. ���We should really work on your self-esteem.���

���You know it���s true,��� I said. ���Obviously, I won���t make a move until I actually see him. That could be an old picture.���

���You think he���s trying to catfish someone?��� she laughed.��

���Maybe not, but if he���s aged or got a little paunch, he might want to use a more flattering picture,��� I reasoned.��

���But that isn���t the case, because he is known as the hot teacher,��� she replied. ���Like everyone talks about the hot teacher.���

���How come I���ve never heard about him?�����

���I don���t know, because you don���t talk to anyone,��� she quipped. ���Everyone is afraid of you or wants to beat you up. There is no happy medium with you.���

���I don���t like people,��� I said without remorse. ���Most of them are just kind of assholes.���

���And this is why I���m your only friend,��� she said. ���Come on, I���m hungry.���

I checked the time. It was just after three. ���We could hit happy hour at the bar. Wings and nachos?���

Her face lit up. ���As if you have to ask me.���

���Can you believe this is it?��� she asked as we walked toward the bar that was about a block away from my apartment.��

���What���s it?���

���We���re in the home stretch. Two semesters. One year. Well, like eight months, then we are done. We���ll be legit adults.���

���I think we are adults,��� I said.��

���Are we?��� she asked with her nose scrunched. ���I mean, in years maybe, but we���re not actual adults.���

���I���ve been an adult since I was three,��� I said without any bragging.��

���True,��� she agreed. ���You started working on that chip on your shoulder at a very young age. I guess it���s no wonder it���s as big as it is now.���

���I won���t deny it,��� I said. ���It���s part of me. It cannot be surgically removed. It is there for good.���

We found a table in the bar that was already bustling with other college kids that were back in town and gearing up for the school year. I always liked this part of the year. Everyone was full of energy and excitement. They were all fresh-faced and ready to conquer the school year. This was going to be my fourth year. I knew the excitement was going to fade, and the happy, young people milling about town were going to look like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders.��

We ordered our usual fare of wings and nachos. We were splitting a pitcher of beer and just having a laid-back afternoon. I grabbed a wing and glanced around the bar. My eyes scanned the many faces. I always watched people. It was born of curiosity and mistrust at the same time.��

���Have you looked into getting a job at one of those firms?��� she asked.��

���Small potatoes,��� I said. ���I want to go big. I like working online from home.���

���You contradicted yourself,��� she said.��

���How?���

���You want to go big, but you want to work from home,��� she said. ���How does that work in your head?���

���I want to work for a big firm, but I don���t want to work in an office with a bunch of people,��� I explained. ���I want to take on the hard challenges. I don���t want to be the geek in a cubicle trying to find grandma���s pictures that she lost on her hard drive.���

���You want to be the people on TV.��� She grinned. ���Tracking down child pornographers or hacking into a bad guy���s cell phone. It is very exciting.���

���I have been keeping an eye open for cybersecurity at police departments,��� I said. ���I think police or FBI or something like that is what I want. I���m sure all the Harvard and Yale grads are getting those cyber security jobs. Little people like us aren���t going to get the good stuff.���

���Speak for yourself,��� she said.��

���You���re just going to go into private practice. You don���t have to apply for a job.���

���I don���t think I can graduate and start my own practice,��� she quipped. ���I need to work at one of the established practices for a bit and get some reviews. Then I can go on to open my practice and have therapists work for me. It���s going to be a big investment.���

���Do you think you���ll stay here, or are you thinking of heading to Boise?��� I asked.��

I wasn���t sure I wanted to move from the little town I���d been calling home for the last three years. It was bigger than the rural town I grew up in, but not so big there was traffic and a lot of crime.��

���I don���t know,��� she said. ���I go for a second interview at the therapy center for kids on Thursday.���

���That���s awesome. I know you���ll do well.���

���I hope so,��� she said. ���I���m anxious to get started. When I went in for the initial interview, I got to spend some time in the play therapy room. I am so anxious to get started helping the kids that are struggling.���

I smiled at my best friend. She had such a big, warm heart. She was my opposite. She exuded warmth while I had a layer of thick ice around me. I hated people, and she wanted to help everyone. It was probably why she liked me. Tolerated me more like. She didn���t know how to turn anyone away. She was kind, but she did not take guff. Again, that���s how our friendship worked.

���This year feels like it���s going to be pivotal,��� I said.��

���How so?���

I shook my head and chewed my chicken wing. ���I don���t know,��� I said. ���It���s just a feeling. I just know this year is going to be a big one. I can���t explain it. I don���t know if it���s a job that one or both of us is going to get, or maybe it���s just the fact it���s coming to an end.���

���You���re very philosophical today,��� she said.��

���I have my moments.���

���Maybe you���re going to meet your forever man.��� She grinned.

���That is not an option. I don���t want or need a forever man. I do, however, need a man. It���s been a very long, dry spell.���

���Uh, it���s been like two months since you broke up with Vincent,��� she reminded me.

���Yes, but I quit letting him have sex with me at least a month before I dumped his ass,��� I said.��

���You are such a man.���

���Mmm, not so much. I like sex. That doesn���t make me a man. You like sex.���

���Yes, but I���m not jonesing to get laid,��� she laughed. ���You act like it���s been years.���

���I���m young. I have a very healthy libido. I���m not going to have this face and this body forever. I need to use it before I lose it.���

���Yep, you���re a man in a cute little woman���s body,��� she laughed.��

���I just say what other women think,��� I said. ���Women are trained to be demure and shy. I say fuck that. Why do guys get to have all the fun? You know you think the same way.���

���I���m not sure about that, but you do you.���

���If only I could do me,��� I sighed.��

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Finlay is working hard to make a name for himself in the architect world and has a teaching jobat the university.He’s used to his students flirting with him, but his new student, London, takes it to a new level.She’s defiant, dark, and not afraid of a little blackmail to get what she wants.He doesn’t want his past as a stripper to be exposed and agrees to give her what she wants—him.What started out as a one-time payment turns into a need neither of them can ignore.When his job is threatened, it’s London who steps up to save him.

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“This book pulled me in and didn't let up. I found myself not wanting to put it down. Good story about young love and great chemistry. I really liked that they had a history together. The story has the right mix of angst, romance, laughter, and more.”

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“Bully romance is something new for C Morgan, but this story was brilliantly written. I loved to hate (and then love) Dax. His past with Hadley didn’t come out all at once but evolved over the course of the story. They were so good together, even as he plotted to tear them apart again. Their second chance was hard-earned but made for such a good story. I hope we get to see more of them in the future.”

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99¢ FAN PRICING UNTIL AT MIDNIGHT, AUGUST 18TH CHAPTER ONE

DAXTON

I’m back, baby. 

I grinned when my plane touched down at the airstrip on the outskirts of Boston. It had been four long years since I’d last been in this neck of the woods, but New England was home. Not a day had gone by during those four years when I hadn’t thought back to this place. 

When my assistant, David, and I had taken off from Hawaii, there had been nothing but sunshine, blue skies, bluer ocean, and bright green palms trees swaying in the breeze for as far as the eye could see. 

The sky was blue here too, but it was different, crisper. 

With the fall semester starting in only a few days, the foliage outside was already changing. Reds, golds, and oranges colored the gnarled old trees surrounding the runway—in sharp contrast to the landscape we’d left behind. 

We weren’t even out of the plane yet, but anticipation was already coursing hot and heavy through my veins. It had been building for days now, but it reached a fever pitch as the jet rolled to a stop and the whine of the engines quieted down. 

“Welcome back to Massachusetts, Mr. Breyer,” David said stiffly. I swore the guy had a foot-long stick up his ass, but at least he wouldn’t be staying. 

My parents had insisted that he make the trip with me and help me get settled before his return to Breyer Manor in Waikiki. I couldn’t fucking wait to shake him loose and start living the college experience I’d been craving since I first found out what college was. 

Edgewater University was my birthright. When my parents had brought me home from the hospital after I was born, I’d been dressed in an Edgewater U onesie and wrapped in a blanket bearing its emblem.        

 All that was left for me to do now was to claim that birthright, and I was so ready to do it. David cleared his throat primly, reminding me that he was still there. Okay, I will be ready to do it once my babysitter leaves. 

“I have your class schedule, sir,” David said, straightening his already perfect tie after unsnapping the clasp on his seatbelt. “As you know, Finance is a field that requires utmost dedication in study. Your father expects you to attend all your classes—” 

“Sober and on time,” I said. “I know. You’re not the only one who got the speech before we left.”

He patted the side of his graying hair before standing up from his seat, snapping the thin folder he’d been studying for the last hour shut. “That may be so, but your parents have asked me to pass on reminders and that’s what I have to do.”

“Be my guest.” I shot out of my own seat and grabbed my backpack from the unoccupied seat behind me. 

In fact, the only seats that had been occupied on the jet for this flight had been David’s and mine. Despite that, he still stowed his briefcase in the proper compartment instead of just dropping it anywhere. Stick. Up. His. Ass. 

“Your mother wanted me to remind you that even if you’re staying in the fraternity dorms—” 

“It’s called a frat house, and I know,” I said. “Just because I’m staying there doesn’t mean I have to participate in any debauchery.”

He nodded. “She also wanted me to tell you that she’s had a large box of condoms packed in for you, but that you should never be ashamed to purchase more should you need them.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my head as I slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Let’s just go.”

My parents meant well. I knew they did, but was every parent genetically wired to embarrass their offspring whenever they achieved a milestone? Thank God my parents weren’t actually here. If they’d been moving me into the Sigma Xi Delta house, I had no doubt that Mom would’ve been handing out condoms like candy and Dad would’ve taken zero point two seconds before he’d have been wooing my brothers with stories of what the frat had been like when he’d been there. 

Then again, as a former President of the most prestigious frat on the campus of one of the most prestigious universities in the country, maybe he’d have been entitled to relive his glory days for a few hours. Either way, they weren’t here and this was the start of my glory days. 

A black town car was waiting for us when we disembarked the plane, and David kept talking once we were seated inside it. He insisted on giving me all kinds of important information for my studies, but I tuned him out. 

I knew all I needed to know about Edgewater U. And what I needed to know was simple. I owned this place—almost literally considering how much money my father had donated to it over the years. The other students there just didn’t know it yet, but they would. They’d be finding out real soon. 

As our driver navigated the way to campus from the private airstrip, I dragged in a breath and released it slowly. Settling back against the soft leather, I ignored everything David was saying and popped in my earphones. After sliding my phone out of my pocket, I navigated to the playlist I’d made for the drive, hit play, and relaxed as the sound of guitars screaming and drums crashing filled my ears. 

I’d grown up a few hours away from here, but the landscape rolling by was still familiar. As much as I’d loved my time in Hawaii and as grateful as I was to have gotten away from all the shit that had hit my family just before we’d left, it was good to be back. 

Edgewater was mostly a university town, and as soon as we drove across its borders, it was like I felt the atmosphere in the air changing. Or maybe it was just the electric excitement and anticipation coursing through me. 

The wide, clean streets were lined with white pine trees, maples, and oaks. Most of the buildings that were part of the spread-out campus had been built in the red-brick, Georgian style and there were parks and squares everywhere featuring statues, exhibitions, and stands that’d been set up by students. Since it was move-in week, clubs, faculties, departments, and teams were handing out flyers and trying to recruit fresh blood to their ranks. 

I inched closer to the window as we drove past it all. The closer we got to the main hub and the administrative buildings, the more people were around. Luckily, I wouldn’t be joining any of those lines. 

As a legacy of Sigma Xi Delta, I was being accommodated in the house even though I was a freshman. Between David and my father, they’d also already organized all my registration and enrollment paperwork. 

Gotta love the perks.  

A wide grin spread on my face when we turned into the street where the frat house was located. I’d been here twice before. Once with my father when I’d been a kid and he’d brought me to campus with him when he’d come for business, and again last year when I’d taken a tour. 

Almost every property around here was either a fraternity or a sorority, and the street was a hive of bustling activity. There were guys helping girls in short-shorts and shorter skirts move in, girls leaning against their cars while either catching up with each other or with guys walking past, and a ton of stuff going on on the front lawns. I couldn’t quite make out everything that was happening as we passed, but some people were setting up beach umbrellas on one lawn and others seemed to be getting ready to play bowling on another. 

The same sense of anticipation from before came back in a rush of adrenaline. I was a part of all this now, and nothing and no one would stand in the way of me getting the full experience out of the next few years. 

“I’ll help you with your luggage when we arrive,” David said when I removed my earphones. “Your room should be ready for you to move in.”

“I’ll be fine,” I snapped. “You don’t have to come in. Just leave it all on the curb and I’ll take care of it.”

He looked like he wanted to argue but obviously thought better of it once we pulled up in front of the house. It was massive for a frat house, with a white facade and ivy snaking up the corners. Unlike the outside of so many of the other houses, the front lawn of Sigma Xi Delta was empty, the imposing front door shut. 

For a second, I felt like an imposter. As a legacy, I might not have been guaranteed a spot here, but I’d definitely gotten special consideration. I also knew already that I’d be treated better than any of the other pledges. Hell, they’d even already given me a room in the house. And all because my dad had been here. 

 It didn’t seem quite fair to me but then again, I’d long since learned that life wasn’t always fair. Lifting my chin, I squared my shoulders and reached for the door handle, barely glancing back at David before I opened it. 

“Leave it all on the curb, Dave. Don’t try to follow me inside,” I said, giving him a slight nod. “I’ll see you around.”

Before he could reply or argue that my mother had given him strict instructions to get me settled in my room and possibly even tucked in tight tonight, I got out of the car. The walk up the paved pathway to the front door seemed to take an age and no time at all at the same time, but a second after I knocked, the heavy wooden panel swung open. 

I recognized the guy who started sizing me up as soon as he opened the door. Finn Redwood was the current President of Sigma Xi Delta, a dark-haired junior who was as tall as I was at six feet and dressed in a navy blue polo and khakis. 

“I know who you are,” he said slowly, almost lazily as he grinned and hooked his thumbs into his pockets. “You’re one of my legacies. Dax Breyer, right? There’s an obnoxious gold plaque outside the gym with your name of it. The Breyer Gymnasium. That is you, yeah?”

“Guilty as charged.” I held out my hand and offered to shake his. “I know who you are too, oh President, my President.”

Finn blinked his piercing green eyes. Then he let out a bark of laughter and slapped his palm into mine. “I think I’m going to like you. Grab your shit and come on in, Breyer. The party’s just getting started.”

He turned after releasing my hand, taking hold of the closest guy and shoving him in my direction. “Andrews, this is Breyer. Help him get his stuff, would you? Drop it all at the stairs. Then I’ll take him around and introduce him to some people. We’ll show him to his room later.”

Andrews was huge, built like a linebacker with the scowl of a pissed-off grandma, but he nodded at Finn and then glanced at me. “Let’s go, Breyer. My beer’s not going to stay cold forever.”

He pushed long blond hair out of his eyes before motioning for me to go ahead. “Show me where this shit of yours is. I’ve got a game to get back to.”

As we walked outside, he held his hand out to the side to shake mine without stopping. “Jackson Andrews.”

“Dax Breyer.” I squeezed his hand before letting go of it to point at the stack of luggage sitting on the curb. David was still there, waiting in the car, but he didn’t get out as we approached. 

“Breyer,” Andrews mused before snapping his fingers. “Right. The legacy. Your pops built the gym, right? It’s a fucking nice gym. Tell him thanks.”

He picked up a few of my bags like they didn’t weigh a thing, then grunted as he turned around. “Hurry it up, Breyer. That beer isn’t going to drink itself.”

As soon as we dumped my stuff at the bottom of the stairs like Finn had instructed, the college culture I’d been longing to experience took over. A red solo cup was pressed into my hands, and the guys clapped me on the shoulder and welcomed me as I got introduced to them. 

A part of me knew they were being extra friendly because of who my father was, but I’d take any advantage I could get. These were the Ivy Leagues, after all. Getting any advantage around here was better than getting none.

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Blurb Reveal:

Edgewater University is my dream. I’ve worked my butt off to get a full-ride scholarship into the one place I know can change my future and my family’s. One day soon, we won’t be struggling for cents anymore.

I won’t let anything or anyone stand in my way of getting that coveted degree as the first person in my family to get into the Ivy Leagues. Especially not Daxton Breyer, my flaming hot former friend who’d world came crashing down around him in junior high.

Everything comes easy to Dax. With his golden blonde hair and tanned skin, sparkling blue eyes, and surfer’s body, every girl wants him and every guy wants to be him. It doesn’t hurt that he has a boatload of money backing him up, or that his family name is on the gym at Edgewater.

When we meet again, there’s nothing left of the boy I used to know in the man he’s become. He looks at me like I’m the enemy and I know I am, because once upon a time, I broke his heart. Now, he’s out for revenge and he won’t stop until he gets it.

Or so I thought but suddenly, everything changes. The hostility fades from his eyes when he looks at me, but it gets replaced with something a lot more dangerous. Lust.

He claims he wants to rebuild our friendship. I don’t trust him, but I want him just as much as he wants me. So what’s a bit of fun between friends, right?

Wrong.

Because there can be no friendship when there are hidden agendas, and Dax’s true intent is nowhere near friendly.

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I wasn���t a wedding planner. I was not cut out for this. ���Pardon me,��� I gushed as I nearly ran over a little old lady wearing the brightest pink dress I had ever seen. Garish was one way to put it.��

���Slow down!��� she scolded.��

I kept running. This was a mess. I should have told my best friend I couldn���t be the maid of honor. I was so far out of my depth I couldn���t even see the shore. I was best suited as a bridesmaid. I could not take this kind of pressure.��

This wasn���t the average wedding at the VFW or the Red Lion. This was the wedding of the year with all the uppity people in the Pacific Northwest in attendance. And I was going to ruin it.��

���Excuse me,��� I called as I dodged around a middle-aged couple making their way down the hall toward the opulent lobby of the hotel.

���Some people are so rude,��� the woman muttered.��

The woman had no idea what was on the line. I could not ruin my best friend���s wedding.��

Naya was counting on me to make sure this lavish wedding went off without a hitch. She had bucked her fianc�����s idea of hiring a wedding planner. She wanted to do it all herself.��

She and I planned every detail, with the hotel guy helping to plan the reception. Why? Why did she think we could take on such a monumental task? Because she was batshit crazy. No sane woman would ask me to plan her wedding to a billionaire.��

���I���m sorry,��� I muttered as I dodged around more guests.��

I hopped in the elevator only slightly out of breath and slapped my hand against the button for the eighth floor. Sweat trickled down my back. The hotel was less than a block from the church. I didn���t want to waste time searching for a ride and opted to run all the way to the hotel.��

���Come on, come on,��� I urged, encouraging the steel box to move faster.��

My heart was pounding in my chest. I leaned against the back of the elevator and watched the numbers count off. The second the doors slid open, I was off like a shot after the brief respite from my mad dash through the ridiculously overpriced hotel. I rounded the corner with the card key in my hand.��

���Please be in there,��� I muttered.��

The ringbearer���s pillow had vanished. Well, not vanished. We all suspected we knew where it was. In the groom���s parents��� room. That was the last time the precious little devil they were using for their ringbearer had the damn thing. I told her not to let him play with it. ���Oh no, he needs to practice,��� I mimicked in a high-pitched voice.��

I rounded the corner, my destination in sight. I glanced down at my watch to check the time and slammed into a wall. ���Ow,��� I muttered and bounced off the wall that was suddenly in the middle of the hallway.��

���Didn���t anyone tell you not to run indoors?��� a male voice said.��

I looked up and right into Ryker Fallon���s face. His blue eyes were locked on mine. His full lips curved in a sexy smile. ���I���m in a hurry,��� I said.

���Is there a fire?��� he asked casually.��

His eyes flashed with mischief. I was not going to fall for his charms. I knew Ryker. Rather, I knew of Ryker. He was the twin brother of the groom. Naya had warned me he was a world-class womanizer. It was rumored he was some kind of sorcerer. He waved his hands and women���s panties dropped.��

���No fire. I���m going to your parents��� suite.���

���They aren���t there.���

I rolled my eyes. ���I know that. I have to get the ringbearer pillow.���

���Do you want me to get it?���

I held up the key. ���I���ve got it handled, thanks. Aren���t you supposed to be with Ryan?���

He flashed another one of those panty-dropping smiles. ���I forgot my cufflinks,��� he said and held up a small box. ���You���re Trinity, right?���

���Yes, we met last night at the rehearsal.���

���I met a lot of people last night at the rehearsal,��� he answered with a smile. He looked down at my chest.��

���Eyes up here, buddy,��� I snapped.��

���Sorry, the gold glitter letters were blinding me. Does she make you wear those shirts to keep you all straight?���

He was teasing, but it was insulting. ���It���s fun and supportive. The label as maid of honor is for people like you.���

���Like me?���

���Yes, I don���t want to be mistaken for the help or one of your concubines.���

His deep chuckle sent goosebumps spreading over my skin. ���I wasn���t aware I had concubines. Please, tell me where they���re stashed. It would save me a lot of effort and energy.���

I was not going to flirt with him. He was a master flirt, and I would never be able to win at whatever game he played. ���I���ve got to go.���

���I���ll go with you.���

���No thanks.���

He was leering at me. The way he was looking at the words emblazoned in bright, gold glitter made me feel like he was staring right through the fabric.��

Damn these stupid shirts. They had been Naya���s idea. She thought they were cute. The word maid stretched across my breasts. The other two words were barely noticeable. It was all about my boobs.��

I tried not to wear things that drew attention to my breasts. They did that well enough on their own.

���I���m very good at finding things,��� he said.��

���Thanks, but I���ve got it.�����

He shrugged. ���All right. Don���t be late. I would hate to see Naya go full bridezilla.���

���You and me both,��� I muttered. ���I���ll see you there.��� I stepped around his massive athletic body. He was worse than the sun sucking planets into its orbit.��

���Are you sure you don���t need any help?��� he asked in that whisky-smooth voice.��

���I think I can find a pillow.���

���Suit yourself. I���ll see you in a bit. I���ll be the tall guy wearing a tux.���

���Thanks for clearing that up for me.���

He winked before walking down the hall in a relaxed gait like he had nothing in the world to worry about. I shook my head and continued walking.��

Ryker Fallon had everything he could possibly want or need. He���d been born into a wealthy family, and he made oodles of money himself with his job as a chiropractor to a professional football team. He just kept getting better looking and richer.��

Some people were just born under the right moon. I did not have that kind of luck. I slid the key into the lock and opened the door. The suite was, of course, a hundred times fancier than I could ever afford myself. I looked around the living area and found the velvet bag. I ripped open the ribbons and sighed with relief.��

���Thank god,��� I muttered. Just to be sure there wasn���t chocolate milk or some other ugly stain on the thing, I pulled it out. The baby blue velvet pillow was in perfect condition. I put it back in the velvet bag and rushed out of the room.��

I ran all the way back to the church. I let myself in through the side door and walked down the hall toward the room where we were all getting ready. I burst through the door and held up the bag. ���I got it!���

Naya looked up, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. ���Thank god,��� she said with a small laugh. ���I would hate to think a single pillow could ruin my entire wedding. Come sit. You���re late.���

I took a seat in the chair next to hers. ���Where is everyone?���

���They already got their hair and makeup done and are now getting dressed.���

���How���s your mom?��� I asked. ���She looked like she was going to have a stroke���over a pillow. The priest said we could use one of their pillows.���

She smiled. ���She���s better. There was a moment of panic. I think she���s been planning this wedding for longer than I have been alive. But everything is better now. She���s dressed and ready and went to talk to Ryan���s parents. I swear they are all far more nervous than me and Ryan. It���s our wedding and we are the ones trying to keep them calm.���

One of the hairdressers that had been hired for the wedding stepped behind me. She quickly began pulling my hair up in the decided-upon style. ���I think everything is good now, assuming Ryker doesn���t lose the rings.���

���He won���t,��� she assured me. ���I���ll kill him if he does.���

I laughed because I knew it was true. ���I ran into him, literally.���

���Uh oh, did you sleep with him?���

I gave her a dry look. ���Seriously? I was gone maybe ten minutes. I think that is insulting to me, but more insulting to him.���

���I had to make sure. The man is notorious.���

���I know. You warned me. I���ll wear garlic around my neck or do whatever is necessary to ward off his charms.���

I watched the woman behind me work her magic with my hair. I felt so pampered and spoiled. I would never be able to have this in my own life. Naya was one very lucky woman. She not only found a great guy that she fell madly in love with, but he just happened to be stupid rich. I felt like a movie star getting ready for the red carpet.�� ��

���Good luck,��� she said with a bright smile. ���I will freely say it. He���s handsome as hell. I can say that because he looks just like my man.���

���There is a notable difference.���

���Ryker is a little taller and his eyes are a different shade of blue,��� she said. ���Ryan has soft eyes. His smile is far more genuine.���

���You are so in love,��� I said with a smile. ���I really am happy for you. Maybe just a little jealous too.���

���I���m over the moon,��� she said with a hitch in her voice. ���Did you ever think this could happen?���

I looked at her in the mirror. ���No. No, I didn���t. I knew you would marry first. You���ve been planning your wedding forever.���

���And you���ve been trying to avoid marriage for just as long.���

���Not avoid it, but it���s never been my priority. I���ve always assumed I would get there at some point, but it wasn���t like something that I dwelled on. Now that we���ve been going through this with you, I���m almost positive I don���t want a big wedding. A chapel in Vegas will do just fine.���

���This hasn���t been so bad,��� she said.��

I raised an eyebrow. ���Um, what world have you been living in? The last six months have been insane. I swear I spotted a gray hair the other day.���

���But you did amazing.���

���Thank you, but I have premature graying and a wrinkle. I still don���t know why you didn���t take Ryan up on his offer to hire you one of those fancy wedding planners. You could have had doves and ice sculptures and everything else.���

She reached across the space between our two chairs. ���I wanted this to be the wedding I dreamed of. I wanted it to be personal. I didn���t want anyone to tell me what I wanted. You know what I wanted. You���ve listened to me ramble for years about this day. I knew you would keep me on the right path.���

I let out an exaggerated sigh. ���Fine, if you���re going to be all sappy. It was fun. I did enjoy the dress shopping and flower shopping and, lord have mercy on my poor hips, the cake tasting. I now know everything I don���t want for my own wedding.���

She laughed. ���Glad I could help you.���

���I���m ready to do your makeup,��� the makeup artist that had been hired said.��

I lifted my chin. ���Do your worst.���

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BLURB REVEAL:

Of course, I hooked up with a billionaire playboy.

He seemed ordinary. Just my luck.

Speaking of luck, lost my job too.

Now I just need to find a new gig with great pay and a good boss.

That boss turns out to be that hot billionaire I just mentioned.

You just can���t make these things up.

Unfortunately, I can���t seem to get our one night out of my head. It���s playing on a loop and I���m seriously ready for the sequel.

But there���s no redeeming this guy.

He���s really good at getting the girl.

And this time, it���s me.

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