The Price of Scandal (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Lucy Score

I reminded her when her brown eyes roamed south from his well-formed chest to what looked like several decadent inches of pure sin.

I doubted spending fifty years married to the man would dilute his sex appeal. That would be one lucky, perpetually infuriated wife, I predicted.

“Darling, someday we’ll tell this story at our fiftieth wedding anniversary as the exact moment you realized you were head over heels for me,” he quipped.

“Mr. Price and I are good friends. We enjoy spending time together,” she said, her fingers landing lightly on my lapel. The camera flashes exploded in a show of fireworks. It wasn’t an ass grab. It was a classier kind of possession.

I love a happy ending,” she said, fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop. “Here comes mine, now,” I said as Derek approached. “Hmm, chiseled jaw covered in stubble. Carelessly worn suit. Ooh. Eyes like the deepest point in the Caribbean.” “I like to think of them as a glacier blue,” I told her. “Glacier. Nice.” Her fingers danced over the keyboard. “I’m standing right here,” Derek said.