The Price of Scandal (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Lucy Score

I should have known I was in trouble when she returned to the ring in short shorts, a sports bra, and her own headgear and gloves in hand. But I was a man. A stupid, stupid man.

“I’ll go easy on you,” I promised. The dragon stirred behind those cool gray-blue eyes. It was my last warning. She decked me in the jaw, threw a body shot, and dropped to the mat to sweep my legs out from under me.

I went down like the big, dumb asshole I was.

“Fuck,” I breathed. Where was that control I was so proud of? “You must have left it in your other pants,” Emily whispered.

“You don’t by chance have any tips on getting her to let down her walls?” I asked. “And by walls you mean pants?”

“You are exceptional at pushing my buttons,” I mused. He preened. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”

“You’re not afraid of dogs, are you?” I asked, surprised. “I’m afraid of gigantic things that trespass in my shower.” “Gee, now you know how I feel,” I said, batting my lashes.

Me: I’m disowning all of you. Mom: Fine. But we’ve taking a family vote and we’re keeping Emily. Berto: And her Porsche. Dad: Good luck, Orphan Derek.