The Price of Scandal (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Lucy Score

God. His ass was the most perfect guy-butt I’d ever seen in my entire life. And I loathed him for it. What a waste of an ass like that on an asshole.

“She’ll be disappointed,” Jane predicted. “That I’m back or that I’m wearing pants?” I quipped.

Derek

Everyone deserved the chance to heal their scars.

I didn’t kiss strangers. Certainly not strangers who trespassed and stole. God, what would he take from me?

He grinned and my knees nearly went out from under me. A smiling Derek Price was dangerous, a weapon of mass destruction.

“Do you want to change the world or hide from it?” I asked. “Why can’t I do both?”

Derek

I want fifty percent of Alpha Group. You save my company or lose half of yours.”

“Darling, what’s the fun of being a billionaire if you can’t take a helicopter to a gala?”

It wasn’t flowers or a love note but diarrheal medicine that made my heart do a slow, inevitable flip-flop in my chest.

“Antidiarrheals and men’s underwear,” she mused. “You give the most interesting gifts, Price.”

“You don’t need me. You don’t need anyone.” He was so serious, so broody. “There’s more to a relationship than necessity, Price.”

Unbidden, I recalled that praying mantis females decapitated their male lovers.

Derek