Hot Asset (21 Wall Street, #1)

by Lauren Layne

I’ve got a corner office, a seven-figure salary, a swanky apartment in Manhattan’s Financial District, and I never sleep with the same woman twice—because I don’t have to.

because I don’t do do-overs.

For one bizarre-ass moment, the woman feels meant for me.

God, he smells good. Manly and expensive. How annoying.

Damn it, he really does smell good. What is that, sandalwood? Cedar? George Clooney’s sweat?

If I liked the running part, I’d do a marathon like Prefontaine up there.”

“Give me a break. The guy I love surprised me with red roses, plane tickets, and vague chatter about marriage.”

“Lara McKenzie, I love you more than any damn thing in this world. Will you marry me?”