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Total pages in book: 63
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Stranded in a foreign country

Forced to share a hotel room

Possessed by a man in charge.

My flight had barely landed in Italy when I was told I was being fired. Stranded with no clothes, no money, and nowhere to stay, my life was in complete free fall.

Until Marco came to my rescue.

Who could have guessed the obscenely muscular, strikingly handsome man with the perfectly fit dress shirt and the commanding voice from First Class would be interested in an ex flight attendant?

Whisked away to a life of penthouses, private yachts, and designer clothes, I thought things were taking off. And lucky for me there was only one thing Marco wanted in return for his generosity…and he wanted it with a fiery hunger.

But our relationship hit turbulence when I discovered who Marco really was.

A Corvello brother.

Caught in the crossfires of a familial power battle, could our steamy romance survive or were we headed for a crash landing?

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Chapter One

There are over thirty people in front of me. Not a single one of them is looking my way. Even though I'm giving them literal life saving information, even though they should have the courtesy to pretend to care, they never do.

If you stop and think about it, flying is a miracle. It should be impossible but it isn’t. And yet people don’t even care to know the basic information that might help them survive in the event of a crash.

"And the exits," I continue, gesturing for nobody but me and the other flight attendants, "are here and here."

I shoot a cheeky grin at my colleague, Sally, the only other attendant on this flight my age, and roll my eyes. I slip the life vest over my head, point to the little light, hold out the ends of the straps with the buckle, then pretend to blow into the attached whistle. Sally raises her eyebrows, issuing a challenge, one I can’t resist. I pretend to make out with the end of the whistle, unseen by the passengers with their headphones and their phones, and their reading tablets. Although Sally’s guffaws from the back of the plane draw some attention.

Sally and I haven’t been on many flights together but whenever we have we’ve gotten along like a house on fire. She has a filthy sense of humor and loves to flirt with handsome male passengers. I could never be so bold. I’d love to get to know her better. Traveling constantly has always been my dream, but making friends––god forbid having a relationship––is pretty impossible with such a hectic life.

You've only been doing this job for six months, I remind myself. Dad always said dedicate yourself to your job first. The rest will follow.

Smiling wide, I begin the motions to show how to use the oxygen masks. Friendships are nice, but my dream is to see the world.

Though... seeing it WITH someone wouldn't be so terrible...

"Filia," a scratchy male voice says in my ear from behind me in the tiny galley. It's Drew, my least favorite co-worker. He's got bad breath, which I can forgive, and a hatred for dogs, which I cannot. I once saw him try to haul a poor woman's chihuahua away from her, insisting her carrier was too big for her seat. He was wrong, and ever since I stepped in to correct him, he's never treated me nicely.

"What is it?" I ask, turning enough to see him and give myself space to separate us.

His squinty eyes narrow further. "There's a guy in First Class who wants a third glass of wine."

"A third? But we haven't even taken off yet."

"Yeah. I know," he says curtly.

We stare at each other. His eyebrows inch upward. "You want me to tell him he can't have anymore."

"Thank you!" Drew gushes, managing to look relieved and smug. Dammit. It sucks because he didn't even trick me––he's just forced me into doing what he wants or directly telling him no and I'm screwed if I try that. Drew will spend the rest of the flight bullying me.

My only option is sucking it up and handling the situation. Taking a deep breath, I walk around Drew, who's sneering now. He watches me the whole time I squeeze through the aisle towards First Class. Drew follows me at a distance; when I brush the curtain aside that splits the plane, he leans through, watching eagerly.

I don't have to search for the customer. He's a pink-faced man wearing a striped blue polo, his body straining around his chair into the aisle. He's got an empty plastic wine glass in hand. When he spots me, he hoists it up and gestures with it towards me.

This is going to suck. I'm sure of it. This man has entitled written all over his shiny face. Why is he sweating so much? The plane is cool, and he's not doing anything but sitting. Steeling myself, I stroll towards him with the biggest smile I can manage. "Sir," I begin.

"Good. Here, make it the red one." He pokes the glass into my belly.

My instinct is to snatch the glass away. Instead, I inch backwards to escape his touch. "Sir, I'm sorry, but you can't have anymore wine on this flight."

He squints. "Of course I can."

"The limit per customer is three." I smile so big it hurts my cheeks. "I can get you a nice soda water, or--"

"You're going to get me my damn wine or I'm going to make your life hell," he growls.

I take a step back, trying to keep my distance from him. My heart is pounding in my chest. This situation could quickly escalate, and I'm not sure I'm equipped to handle it. I glance over at Drew, who's still leaning through the curtain, watching this all unfold. I want to scream at him to come help me, but that would only make things worse. Instead, I take a deep breath and try to remain calm.

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I might be young, but I know what I want in life: to be a published author. I always said I'd do whatever it takes, but when my agent sets me up to ghostwrite for a well known "romance" author, I'm hesitant. Not just because he's way older than me. Not just because he's the biggest jerk I've ever met. Not just because he's crazy good looking (and he is.) But because I've read his books... all of them. When he finds out he asks me for my favorite scene. It's a dangerous road to go down, these kind of dirty talks, because we're about to spend a LOT of time together working alone in his penthouse. At the rate things are heating up, though, we might not get any work done at all.
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Erin

My mother always told me I was too young to be so stressed.

She told me when I was just six, learning to tie my shoes, furious the older kids could do it.

She told me when I fussed over going to the prom or not-- not, by the way, because all the boys were too immature.

And she told me when I sent my first query letter to an agent for my books.

Maybe she was right those other times, but now, as I pace outside the far too grandiose doors of that very same agent who agreed to take me on, I know this is when it's okay to be stressed. Who cares if I'm only eighteen? I’ve always felt older, anyway. An old soul.

Which, my agent Michael told me, is a great quality. Now I'm here, pacing outside his office with its elaborate doors. All he cares about are those fucking doors. He constantly tells the story about buying them off some church in South America. Or something like that. If I’m honest, I don’t really listen when he goes on tangents about places I've never been in my short time on this earth. I let him talk and I go back to working out a plot problem or tweaking a piece of dialogue. All in my own head, of course.

Right now, I’m waiting for him to finish reading the final chapters of the book that I’ve been working on for months, before I finished high school, in fact. It's been slowly coming together, put aside for other ideas that seemed better but weren't. That's why they were always rejected. But this? This is the one. Finally, I think that he’ll agree to send me on submission. I can practically taste it with this book. The characters leap off the page, the emotions are there; the dialogue is snappy, and the sex is hot.

I’m not one of those writers that thinks everything they write is god’s gift to man and that it’s going to be a worldwide bestseller, but I can see this one doing well. Hopefully. Optimistically. God, I hope that he likes it. I can’t stop biting my nails and wearing a path in the plush carpet.

My heart jumps into my throat when I hear footsteps. The door opens and he puts his head out. “Come on in, Erin.”

There are approximately a million baby kangaroos jumping up and down in my stomach. Joeys. That’s what they’re called. I sit in one of the big chairs on this side of Michael’s desk and do my best not to fidget. He was happy to take me on as my first agent, but nothing I've given him has stuck. Either I’ve been just behind a trend, didn’t hit the tropes hard enough, or I just wasn’t writing well enough. He'd always assure me the big idea was coming, that I was just too fresh, too young. I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to get a book exactly right.

It’s not like he’s stifling me. Michael Collins is one of the best literary agents in New York. Maybe even the best. The fact that he took a chance on me at all is a miracle.

He drops the stack of pages on his desk. “So,” he says. “How do you feel?”

“Nervous,” I say.

“Why?”

I shake my head. “Because I finally feel like this book is good enough to be the one and I’m dying to know what you think about it.”

He smiles, but with that smile my stomach drops, because I’ve seen that smile before and it’s the smile that comes with an apology. “I think that it’s almost there.”

The urge to tear up is immediate, but I force it back. I need to be a professional. “Revisions?”

“Actually,” he says, “I have a bit of a different idea. I think you need to get out of your own head and expand your writing in a different direction.”

“How am I going to do that?”

“Help Malik Ellis on his latest book.”

I stare at Michael, feeling my eyebrows rise into my hairline. Malik Ellis is the king of erotic romance. Against all odds, he’s carved out a name for himself in a female dominated genre and has managed to do so without being a complete prick and misogynist. Or at least that’s how it appears from the outside.

Not to mention that Mr. Ellis happens to be smoking fucking hot, and everyone who’s ever read one of his books has ended up with one hand in their pants, thinking about one of his characters. Or possibly him.

And I do mean everyone. Men and women.

Including me.

My mother never found the books of his that I'd sneak home. Lying in my bed at night, Malik's words guided me to discover more about my inexperienced body than I ever would have guessed. He was my first crush, in a way.

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I accidentally told my new boss I have the hots for him. It was my best friend’s fault. She was distracting me at work, demanding I tell her all about the sexy-as-sin head-chef I was working for. I sent her a message declaring he looked “gorgeous enough to lick from top to bottom.” Then I set my phone on the counter. Then my boss picked it up. Then he read the screen… and I knew I was screwed. It’s bad enough having a crush on your boss. What am I supposed to do with him flirting heavily with me as we squeeze together in a hot kitchen, spending hours side by side? Never sleep with your boss. It’s the main rule. What happens when we break it?
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Arisa

I can see my reflection in the glass. I look so small. My hair is pulled up into a tight bun, and I'm dressed in all black. A light shade of peach colors my lids and my lips are nude but glossy.

There are giant locusts swarming in my belly. The tingling feeling radiates out through my entire body, sending an excited, but nervous, shiver over my skin. My feet feel like they’re filled with lead and secured to the sidewalk with metal brackets.

I can't believe I'm actually here at The Backyard.

This is surreal. This restaurant is the Cadillac of restaurants. It's a place that only needs its name to carry its legacy. Word of mouth is all it needs to bring people in.

The brick facade is painted bright white, and the glass windows are jet black. The tint is so dark you can't see inside at all. There's an etched picture of grapes and a bottle of wine in the glass, with The Backyard arching over it in white letters.

A blue awning stretches out, covering a good portion of the sidewalk. The same logo is printed on the dangling edge, and a neon light is bolted to the brick on the side, glowing the same bright blue.

I exhale a slow breath, forcing myself to take the final steps toward the door. Gripping the silver bar, I pull the door open and get hit with a rush of cool air and a flurry of scents. Garlic, onion, basil, tomato, all of them blend together into a delicious aroma that fills the dining room.

“Hi there!” a young girl says as she comes around the corner with her arms full of menus. “You're a little early. We don't open for another hour, sorry.”

“Oh no, I'm not here to eat. My name's Arisa, and today's my first day.”

“Arisa, yes, the new chef. I'm Daniel. Come on, follow me this way. I'll take you to the kitchen.” She smiles at me over her shoulder as she points out the bar and the dining area. “All the tables are numbered for the servers, to make it easy. You must be pretty special for Mr. Martisse to hire you without an in-person interview.”

“Special, no. I'm as surprised as you, but how could I say no?”

She giggles and nods. “Yeah, I hear that. Mr. Martisse is a hard man to say no to.”

Her long red hair is braided, resting almost against the center of her back. She's dressed nicely, wearing black dress pants and heels with a white blouse. There's a big pearl necklace hanging around her neck, and her earrings are long and thin with a pearl at the top. She has an old Hollywood movie star feel to her.

She's telling me a little bit about what a general shift looks like, and how no one shares tips, you get to keep what you make. “So, Mr. Martisse should be in the kitchen. If he's not, he'll be back shortly. He's a busy guy and tends to run around a lot. But Cheryl can get you started and show you the kitchen if he's not here.”

Daniel stops at the silver kitchen door and holds out her arm for me to go first. I push the door open.

“Hey,” a girl calls out with a touch of annoyance in her voice. “We go out that door, not in.”

“Calm down, Cheryl, she's new,” Daniel says behind me. “This is—”

“Arisa St. Germain? What the hell are you doing here?”

Cheryl Toomey. I know this girl. We went to culinary school together, and if I'm being honest, I didn't care for her much. She was one of those students who put themselves above everyone else. She was crass, loud, and reminded me of one of the girls from that movie Mean Girls. Eye rolls, snickers when someone else screwed up, everything you'd expect in high school.

“Hey, Cheryl. Today's my first day,” I say.

“Oh good, you two know each other,” Daniel says as she holds the door in her hands. “Where's Mr. Martisse?” she asks Cheryl.

“Oh, you mean Monroe?” The way she says his name makes me want to shake my head. She's playing a game with Daniel. One that says, I'm closer to the owner than you are. “Oh, he'll be back soon.” She sets down the knife and wipes her hands on the towel tucked in her waist. “I'm just doing some prep. Arisa, why don't you grab a menu and get familiar with it. I'm sure you won't know what half of the dishes even are.”

Of course, you don't think I will.

Cheryl is eyeing me, her lips pursed up tight with a sly smirk. I can already tell she isn't going to make working here easy. What she fails to realize is that I'm up for the challenge. I want this job. Having The Backyard on my résumé is going to do amazing things for my career. It will open doors that would never be available without it.

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“I’m going to kiss you now.” Those were the most beautiful words a man had ever spoken to me. They were the start of my obsession. And the start of my life getting turned upside down. That night in the club, I was celebrating my new success (and luck) because I'd finally landed an investor for my budding company. I had no idea the hot stranger who would tempt me back to his place would end up being the guy who was cutting my checks. Lark is everything I want in a man, but that doesn't matter. Not at all. Because mixing money and emotions is a sin, and when you toss in the fact his ex-wife is his business partner, you'd have to be insane to think love is possible. I should say no when he locks us inside his office. I shouldn't spend the night while his ex is trying to destroy my reputation. I really shouldn't let his lips gets close when he whispers, "I'm going to kiss you now." But I guess I'm insane. Because I do.
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Cassidy

Tomorrow, my whole life is going to change.

I know, I know, money can’t buy happiness, etc. But it can go a long way toward getting you comfortable, at least. And that’s something I haven’t felt in a long time. Definitely not when I was growing up with my mother, living from skimpy paycheck to paycheck, or off of the various men she was hooking up with, whenever she was completely out of work.

Then came Norman, and God knows, that was an even worse situation.

Don’t think about him right now, I remind myself forcefully as I climb out of the taxi. Tonight is supposed to be my big night of freedom. A night to celebrate everything I’ve achieved—all on my own. The last thing I need to be reminiscing about is that asshole, and everything he put me through.

I shrug off my coat as I reach the front of the club line. My friend Becky’s already standing there chatting with the bouncer, and to judge by the sparkle in both of their eyes, I have a feeling that we’re going to be let straight inside. And that Becky will spend most of the night wanting to come straight back out for a smoke again, so she can keep this flirt on.

“Hey,” I greet her with a kiss on the cheek as I reach her.

“Cassidy! This is Marco.” Becky gestures from me to the bouncer and back, then squeezes my arm. “This is my friend I was telling you about. She’s going to be the next Coco Chanel, I swear.” Becky gestures at my face. “See? Doesn’t she look flawless?”

Marco smiles politely. “Beck says you created your own makeup line. That’s awesome.”

Beck. I side-eye her with a raised eyebrow, and Becky laughs at my expression.

“Marco and I were just chatting while we waited for you,” she says, but it’s in a tone I recognize well. We haven’t known one another since our college days for nothing. “Come on, tonight is your night.” She loops her arm through mine. “Let’s celebrate.”

“See you soon, Marco,” I tell him, because I’m absolutely sure I will. Becky elbows me for it, but I can tell she’s watching Marco’s reaction, and enjoying the way he grins and watches us as we duck past him and into the club.

“What? He was cute!” Becky protests as we stride inside. I just snicker, and she sighs, long-suffering. “Sooo … how excited are you for tomorrow?”

“I’d say more nervous than excited,” I reply. At the bar, I lean across to order us beers. Becky leans across to correct me: two shots and two beers, instead.

I tap my shot of whiskey to hers, pretty sure already that this is going to be a mistake. But what the hell. My meeting tomorrow isn’t until early afternoon, so I’ll have enough time to recover from the inevitable hangover first.

“So tell me more,” Becky insists when I pull her onto the dance floor, beers in hand after we’ve both downed our shots.

“The company’s called Anderson Investments,” I reply over the thud of the bass. “They specialize in small businesses, especially women-owned ones. Apparently the investors are a husband and wife duo, and the wife insists on investing in empowering other women who are just starting out, like she once was.”

“That’s really cool!” Becky calls back. “So you think they’re going to invest?”

I shrug. “I hope so?” Secretly, I’m pretty sure I have this one in the bag. I don’t want to jinx it, though. God knows I’ve gotten close before and wound up with my metaphorical heart broken.

Norman flashes through my mind again, and I force him out. This won’t be like that. I’m going to get a buy-in from an actual company, a business transaction. It won’t be like me trying to beg money from my rich asshole of a boyfriend, who constantly tries to manipulate me, dangling his potential investment over my head like a carrot to make me put up with whatever he wants to do in our romantic lives.

“That’ll be so incredible.” Becky’s gushing. “Once you have an investor, you’ll be able to ramp up production and really get your products out there.”

I smile at the thought. I’ve been working on building up Cass’s Cosmetics for four years now, ever since we graduated college. I’ve gotten interest from some big buyers, too, including a department store with chains in New York and LA. That kind of exposure could make all the difference for me as an upstart cosmetician. I could actually expand into a real company.

But in order to ramp up production enough to actually fill orders at a store that big, I need investment capital. And in order to get investment capital, I need a wealthy person on my side. Someone who believes in me and my products. Someone who’s willing to take on a risk.

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Could you marry a stranger? A girl I've never met holds the key to the ranch I've sweat and struggled for, and if I don't convince her to wear my ring, that's it. No consolation prize. I should have been furious. It's hard to be angry at someone when they've got legs that reach to Heaven and curves you could use as a Slip n Slide. Thanks to my lawyer, she agreed to take a chunk of cash and that would be the last we'd ever see of each other. Married on paper, nothing more. Then out of the blue she showed up at my ranch. Then I saw how she looked riding one of my horses. Then... I realized marrying a stranger might not be so bad. Rachel isn't ready to give herself to me, body and soul, just yet. But I'm obsessed with her. So I'll find a way to keep my bride happy.
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Rachel

What the hell?

The email that’s popped up on my phone honestly makes no sense. Something about a will? I didn’t think that I had any family on my dad’s side that even knew who I was, let alone cared to contact me. But there the email is, staring at me, with a fully paid, round-trip ticket to Wyoming booked for two days from now.

The message on the screen promises that it will be worth my while, but I’m incredibly confused and not at all convinced. I’ll have to ask Solomon for time off. I think that he’ll say yes, given how well I’ve been doing in the kitchen lately, but after all, it is Solomon. Mercurial, unpredictable, ticking timebomb Solomon. His moods change depending on how the wind blows, or how the bechamel bubbles, and I’ll have to make sure that I ask him at the right time.

“Fucking hell.” The words come in a vicious tone as Melody bursts out the back door of Alaban—the restaurant where we both work. It’s one of the best restaurants in Denver, with two Michelin stars. If you work well in this kitchen, you can work at any restaurant in the country. It’s that prestigious. And so far, I’m doing pretty well at working here.

“What happened?” I ask, although I can anticipate her answer. Solomon.

Melody is a rank above me as a station chef. She works the grill, and she’s amazing at what she does. Sometimes on my breaks, I even stand aside and watch her work. But Solomon likes to be everywhere at once; he loathes to cede any control in the kitchen, and before he became head chef, the grill was his domain. He and Melody have a history of butting heads when he gets too territorial over his old turf. It’s a complaint that I’ve heard plenty of times before, and not just from Melody. But we let each other vent, even though there’s nothing we can really do about his shitty attitude and behavior.

I’m only a junior chef here, and I work under Solomon, assisting him with anything that he needs. But because of that, I’m in a unique position to know exactly the kind of temperament he has. Whenever we’re in the kitchen, I’m never more than a few feet from his side. He is absolutely brilliant, and I learn a lot from him. But like a lot of brilliant men, he has a temper, too much confidence in his own abilities, and too much power.

“Same old shit,” Melody says. “I’m not grilling fast enough. The temperature isn’t hot enough.” She raises her hands and put quotes in the air. “‘We’re going to have people sending back cold food.’ Cold food my ass. He knows that the grill is hot enough. He checks it every five minutes. I don’t know what’s up his ass today, but I hope he gets over it before service is over.”

I snort. Most of the kitchen feels comfortable talking to me about Solomon because I don’t judge them, and I’d never betray their confidence. But I also never say anything back. I have high ambitions, and I’m not going to put myself in the middle of other people’s drama and risk word getting back to Solomon. There would be no quicker way to sabotaging my career than that. I give my friends my ear and sympathy, but make sure a negative word about Solomon doesn’t cross my own lips. So far, my plan is working. Solomon told me recently that a promotion is coming. I’m not going to do anything to screw that up. Literally nothing.

Jane—one of the servers—steps out into the alley as well. She comes out regularly to smoke, and to bitch about the way Solomon speaks to the servers. He definitely should be nicer to them, considering servers are the face of the entire restaurant. It’s their service and professionalism that leaves the greatest impression on our customers. And when Solomon is a dick to them, they aren’t at their best on the floor. These are all things that I’m filing away in my mind, for when I run my own restaurant one day.

No one ever said that you only have to learn from the positive things. I find my greatest lessons in watching Solomon screw things up. What not to do.

“Rage break, Melody?” Jane asks as she lights up a cigarette.

Melody blows out a breath. “You know it. I was about to lose my shit, so I passed the grill to Miguel for a minute. He can handle it.”

Jane nods to me. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

I keep scrolling through my phone, but I come back to the email with the plane reservation. Am I going to go? I don’t know why I would, but there’s something about the wording of the email. Something desperate but also kind. It draws me in and makes me want to find out what the hell is actually going on.

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Dating lessons for college students like me: 1. Don't get into anything serious. 2. Don't mess with exciting older men. 3. Don't send flirty texts to your new professor Guess what? I broke every lesson before my first day of class. In my defense, I didn't know that the hottie I was chatting with on my dating app would turn out to be the guy deciding my grades. Sitting in that classroom, his intense eyes watching me cross my legs, his lips curled in a smirk that's perfect for kissing in the dark... is beautiful torture. He knows too much about what I like. It makes me nervous, and it drives me wild. I'm obsessed. So is he. But if we get caught, both of our futures are going into the garbage. Take a lesson from me-- don't date your professor. People think it'll stay a secret... but it won't.
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The text messages between me and Leo didn’t start out racy at first. They were like any other texts when you’re trying to get to know someone: what are your hobbies, what kind of music do you like, what’s your favorite food? The conversations didn’t stay innocent for long.

The chemistry between us is undeniable. We have so much in common, and it was easy to send dozens of texts a day with stupid jokes or observations that we just knew the other would appreciate. And then I saw his pictures …. good lord. Thick, wavy, chestnut-colored hair, the kind of rich color women pay a fortune for in salons. Straight white teeth and a Colgate smile, and a body that made me do a doubletake, checking for signs that it was photoshopped. He’s got to spend hours a day in the gym to maintain a physique like that. Deep-set, smoldering green eyes lined with dark lashes. But his best feature, by far, is his perfect cock. After a playful back and forth of teasing, he sent me a picture. My jaw dropped to the floor when I clicked it open. He’s holding his hard cock in in his hand. It’s huge. His fingers can’t entirely encircle it. I stared at the picture hoping against hope that it would come to life. That I’d see him stroke himself, see his hands move over that perfectly long and hard cock, with its veins so clearly outlined and the crown swollen and darkened. I’d never seen a cock that magnificent before. A dream cock for any girl. The man is a mythical being, an Adonis, Hercules, King Triton—though not that old. He is older than me, though. He’s thirty-six and I’m twenty-one. But when we chat with each other, the age difference doesn’t really matter. I don’t think of him as an older man. I don’t think about his age at all. We’re just us, and we talk like we’ve known each other all our lives even though it’s only been a few weeks since we first spoke.

We met on a dating site. I was just looking for a fun distraction. At most, I was looking for a regular fuck buddy. Someone to take the edge off. Stop me from having to hit the bar scene or wherever it is people find hook-ups. Nothing serious. I’m about to start my first year of law school, and I know I’m going to be working my ass off every spare minute I have outside of classes. And Leo is the perfect, uncomplicated distraction I need to totally disconnect from the stress in my life and just let loose, leave it all behind for a while. I think I’m the same for him, although we don’t really share that many personal details with each other. We definitely feel comfortable with each other sexually, there’s no denying the intensity of that connection, but we just haven’t wanted to bring the real world into our conversations. I have no idea where he lives, where he works; all I know is that he’s single. I needed to be sure of that single fact.

I’m lying in bed in my dorm room, staring up at the ceiling while listening to a podcast on missing persons’ cases solved after decades using DNA sampling. I haven’t quite decided what I’ll do once I finish law school, whether I’ll join a non-profit legal clinic or become a public defender, but I do know I want to be the voice for the innocent and the wrongly accused. I’ve listened to so many stories about people who were convicted and sent to prison for decades, only to be freed later when DNA evidence cleared them. So many years of their lives lost because of shady or lazy investigations. Listening to these podcasts and seeing how many people were wrongly incarcerated before DNA evidence proved they were innocent, it motivates me through law school and toward a career in criminal defense. This is exactly what happened to my dad and brother. Last year they were accused of robbing a small check cashing business. The employee working at the time said a younger man in his twenties and an older man in his late forties held him up at gunpoint. He picked my brother out of a line up even though he stated both men had been wearing masks. Granted, my brother is no angel. He’s had brief scuffles with the law in the past. Before he turned eighteen, he had been caught shop lifting a few times and being out past curfew. If anything, he was a nuisance. That’s a far cry from an armed robber.

My dad was his alibi. My dad had never gotten so much as a speeding ticket in his life. He was always a hard worker and a good husband and father. On the night of the robbery, he and my brother had been on their annual hunting trip. It’s something the whole family used to do together, but my mom and I stayed home this time because I had tests coming up and my mom had the flu. The only evidence they had against my dad was that he fit the age of one of the suspects and he was with my brother. There were no other witnesses to back up their alibi, no other evidence aside from the lineup.

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I begged my father to trust me with his newest beach house rental property. But I didn't know my first tenant would be my dad's best friend... Kent is what you'd call 'seasoned.' In other words, he's a super hot 40-something, compared to my 'immature' (as Dad likes to put it) 20 year old self. He'll definitely report back any mistake I make to my father. That just makes me want to bust my butt and send Kent running back with glowing reviews. Then I saw him shirtless on the white sand, ocean wind in his thick, salt and pepper hair. I've known him for years and I never realized his eyes were so BLUE. The guy is mega off limits. So I make a promise to myself. I won't flirt-- except when HE flirts with me. I won't stare at his body-- except when he's tanning right in front of me. I won't be alone with him after dark-- unless a tropical storm forces me to stay by his side. And I really really won't sleep with him... More than once.
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Perri

“I told the new tenant you'd be there by eleven. You're not going to be late, are you?” His voice comes out as a stern warning, more than a question.

I can hear the disappointment instantly. He’s already anticipating my failure before I’ve even had a chance to prove myself. As if I've already done something wrong. He's always been this way. Certain that I can’t achieve anything. Undermining my every decision. Assuming I won't do the job as well as he wants me to.

I go left, he pulls me right. I climb up, he tears me down. I offer an idea, he tweaks it, twists it around until it’s his own. My father needs control, and he takes it any chance he gets. And when his plans backfire, or when things don’t go as expected? Then he claims it's not his fault, but a result of my decisions and actions.

Honestly, his greatest fear is my own failures and how they'll impact him, more than anything else. All I've ever asked for is a chance, an opportunity to prove myself. And every idea is met with resistance. Before the last word is off my lips, he’s already shot it down

Until now.

“Yes, Dad, I'm almost there,” I say out loud into the car speakers as I check my mirror, and shift lanes. “I'm getting off the highway now. I should be there in fifteen minutes.”

“You have both sets of keys right?”

“Yes.”

“And the key for the pool house?”

“Yes, Dad, I've got everything I need. This isn’t rocket science. I've got this under control.” I'm trying not to be too short with him, I don't want him to revoke this opportunity before I even set foot on the property, but it’s impossible to take this henpecking without some sort of reaction.

This is a big deal to me. I want it to go perfectly. I'm determined to show him that I'm not the irresponsible child he seems to think I am. In fact, I think I’m more mature than most people my age, and I think I happen to have pretty good business instincts, too.

And today, I finally have the chance to show him that I'm capable of running his rental properties, and I'm not going to blow it. I've been begging him for this, and finally he relented. There is no way I’m letting this shot slip through my fingers. Failure is not an option.

My father laughs into the speaker, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Perri, this isn't a game, this is real life. This isn't a take your daughter to work day for school. I'm counting on you. If you want to have more responsibilities, I’m going to being relying on you to get shit done. If you’re not up for it. . ..”

“Dad! You act like I haven't been watching you my entire life. I know what I’m doing.”

“Watching and doing are two totally different things. This is real now, and I'm not going to be there to hold your hand every step of the way. You have one month to prove yourself, and lucky for you, you'll have the same tenant the entire time. That should make it easier on you.”

“Dad, I get it, this is a trial run. You've made that clear. I just don't want you trying to micromanage everything, and I don't want you to worry. I know what I'm doing.”

He grunts loudly, the noise gurgling up from the back of this throat. “Don't worry, right,” he says with so much derision it makes my skin crawl. “That's easier said than done, sweetheart. I want you to succeed, but not at the expense of my reputation or my bank account.”

It always goes back to two things. . .

His reputation. His money.

How dare I smudge his suit with any dirt. How dare I plant risk in his world?

This is his money and his name, and I'm supposed to do everything his way.

I'm done with this conversation. It's demeaning and makes me feel like a child. I know what I'm doing, and he's just going to have to trust me.

“Perri, did you hear me?”

Rolling my eyes to myself, I switch the call from the car speakers back to the phone. “Da. . . ad?” I ask, pretending like my connection is getting spotty. “You. . . there? Can. . . hear. . . Hello?”

“Perri! I hear you. You’re breaking up. Can you hear me?” he asks, his voice clear as day.

“I. . . can't. . . Da—”

Click.

Hanging up my phone, I let out a relieved sigh, and drop it into the cup holder. I'm not going to be able to do this well if he's going to be up my ass the entire time. I need him to just trust me. I'm a twenty-one year old woman, not a damn child. I don't need him looking over my shoulder every second of every day.

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I hate rich men. I avoid them like the plague. But when my best friend begs me to deliver flowers from her small shop to the desk of a mega-CEO because she's too sick to do it herself... I agree. I wish I hadn't. The second I meet Keenan Silverman, my heart and mind are at war. He's gorgeous, he radiates an intimidating aura, and his voice is pure silk to my ears. He's also the epitome of everything I hate. HATE. Did I say hate? He's clearly obsessed with me; he keeps finding ways to force us together in the same room. Keenan believes he can break me down by exposing me to our undeniable chemistry. He's right. And when we finally kiss, I realize I'm as obsessed as he is. Will everything fall apart when our different worlds clash?
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Justine

This has been a shitty day.

I know that there are people who are definitely having a worse day than I am, but the black cloud hovering over my head shows no sign of clearing.

Of course the day I decide to do this favor is the day that I get caught in a freak rainstorm without an umbrella. My clothes are soaked and the air conditioning in this building is in overdrive thanks to the summer heat.

My shirt is way too thin for this, and my bra is completely visible. But in my defense, there was nothing in the weather forecast that called for rain today. Which is rare for Portland, and I was looking forward to enjoying it.

Next on the list of things that have darkened my mood, I was ogled in the elevator of this swanky office building by a tech bro in a suit who was yelling so loudly into his cellphone that his voice was echoing in the small space.

He looked like he’d never done a day’s work in his life, and the way his gaze travelled over me made me colder than the air conditioning. Asshole. Just because you’re wearing a Rolex doesn’t give you the right to look at me like I’m on display for your benefit.

And finally, now I’m standing in front of a set of double doors to a ridiculously ostentatious office because the secretary for Lila’s client wouldn’t take the damn flowers from me and told me to deliver them myself—all while looking at me like I’m a total street rat.

Even though I’m sure I do look like one. That much I’ll give her. But seriously. They’re flowers. Is it really that hard to get up and walk the extra fifty feet? I already brought them all the way here.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to calm down. I’m doing this for Lila. It’s not her fault that she got sick, and it’s not her fault that this guy—Keenan Silverman—is one of her biggest clients. In fact, he’s basically the reason her store is still afloat at all. And he’s exacting. To a T. He’s the kind of guy that wouldn’t have any qualms about taking his business elsewhere if a delivery was delayed or missed—even if the proprietor was sick.

I would do anything for my friends. Especially Lila. Even brave the evils of corporate America to deliver weekly flowers to this snob of a businessman. And I loathe snobs. I really do. I prefer men who work for a living with their own hands and don’t have a problem getting a little dirty.

Knocking on the door, I hear a muffled word to come in, and I’m faced with a man that is going to make me eat all my words. When Lila talked about Keenan Silverman, she described him as a Type A nightmare who wants everything done to perfection. He’s a ruthless businessman at the top of his game. I didn’t expect him to be barely over thirty years old.

The man in front of me could change the way I think about suits. Even sitting behind the massive desk with the phone to his ear, you can see that his suit is tailored for his body, and it’s one hell of hell of a body. Everything about him drips wealth. His shoes alone probably cost more than my college degree. The one I’m still paying off one small payment at a time.

And if that isn’t enough, he’s gorgeous. Seriously fucking hot like he stepped off of some beach in Greece. Perfectly and lightly tanned even though we live in the Pacific Northwest, a jaw that could book him magazine ads with no trouble, and dark blue eyes that are mesmerizing even from across the room.

I realize that I’m standing half-way in the door, and he raises an eyebrow with a little smirk and gestures me into the room. There was a moment there when I opened the door that I was seriously regretting being a rain-soaked mess, but that smirk undoes all of that. Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he isn’t everything that Lila said he is. It’s just in a beautiful package.

Fuck. Why are all the awful ones always gorgeous? I straighten my shoulders and march over to the desk and place the flowers down as he speaks into the phone. There. Job done. Lila will be happy. Her business is safe, and now I need to get myself some kind of endorphins. A cookie will do.

I turn to go and I hear the phone land in the cradle. “Where are you going?”

I freeze, realizing that he’s talking to me. “I’m sorry?”

“I asked where you’re going.”

Turning back to him, I meet his eyes and ignore the thrill that runs down my spine. Down girl, he’s not that hot. Except for the fact that he totally is. “I delivered your flowers, and now I’m going.”

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My first day at college, and I made the biggest mistake of my life. It started with a silly dare-- join a frat house. Thanks to a loophole in the college rules, girls can do that here. But no one with good sense would willingly live with a bunch of dudes. One night in the frat, then I'd bail the next morning, ready for high-fives from the elite clique who put me up to the dare in the first place. But HE had other ideas. Malcolm Levar, the leader of Granite House. How do I describe him? Hot. Intense. Demanding. He's cold on the surface, but he stares at me like there's a fire in his belly that wants to jump out and consume every inch of my body. And I think he hates me. Probably because I broke an irreplaceable heirloom that belonged to his family. He says if I can't pay what it's worth—and I can't, I'm poor as heck—I have one other option. Stay at Granite House for the rest of the year. Not as a frat member, but as their personal pet. Do you know what that means? I don't. But I said yes. So I guess I'll find out.
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Juno

There’s no way I should have said yes to this dare.

That’s the only thought in my head as I walk across campus.

In front of me, Granite House looms large on the corner of Elm and Connecticut. My heart rises into my throat, so tight I nearly choke on it. This is the last place I want to be—at the entrance to the most notorious fraternity on campus.

Well, technically not a frat anymore. After one too many angry write-ups from the administrators over their legendary wilder-than-a-teen-college-movie parties, they were forced to officially disband. All the same brothers still live under its roof, and to judge by the rumors, they still throw just as over-the-top parties as they did before. But technically they’re no longer a fraternity. Just a collection of college students who live together and happen to be male.

Coming here tonight is my ticket into Tri Delta, the sorority I want to join. So, I have to overcome my nerves right now.

I blame Taylor, I think as I trudge along the sidewalk, Granite House’s enormous, stately façade looming over me. You can still see the faint outline against the stone where their Greek letters used to hang, sun-bleached into it by time, although the letters themselves have been removed.

Another punishment handed down from on high.

This is the last type of party I would normally be caught dead at. My parents would kill me if they knew I was standing here now. But after lunch this afternoon…

I’m not even sure how I got here. It all happened so fast. One minute Taylor, Bailey, and I were eating lunch in the cafeteria, and the next we were being swarmed by Tri Deltas. Apparently my freshman year roommate and best friend on campus, Taylor, failed to mention the tiny little fact that her older sister is the president of the most popular sorority on campus.

Melody swooped right in to kiss her sister’s cheek, all while Bailey and I fired looks at one another across the table like what is going on?

Taylor just laughed at the expressions on our faces. “Yes, my sister is the Melody Monroe. It’s not a big deal. Didn’t you guess from my last name?”

“I just figured it was a coincidence.” I shrank in on myself, sheepish.

Melody laughed too, light and airy. Even her laugh was cool. How was that possible? “Don’t worry, girls.” She touched my hand lightly then, and I felt a thrill go through me. I could feel the eyes of every other girl in the cafeteria fixed on us at that moment—and most of the guys, too.

Just being in Melody’s vicinity made us interesting. Worthy of scrutiny. What would it be like to actually be a Tri Delta like her?

“TayTay already put in a good word for you,” Melody continued. “That is, if you’re interested in pledging.”

My stomach dropped all the way through the floor at the sound of that. Of course I wanted to pledge, but… “Can we?” I asked, hating the way my voice rose at the end, nearly to a squeak.

“Of course.” Melody leaned down to steal a French fry from my plate. Earlier I practically slapped Bailey’s hand away to stop her doing the same, but when it was Melody…

I just stared, holding my breath.

When I first enrolled here, I thought about joining a sorority. I’d watched enough movies in the past to get an idea of how it might feel, to be a part of something bigger than myself. A group you could count on for your whole life. More than just friends, those girls were sisters.

Yeah, I wanted that. Cheesy as it might be.

“I should mention, though,” Melody continued after she’d finished eating my fry, “we’re very selective.”

Over her shoulder, another girl, equally beautiful and effortlessly cool, nodded. “We want to make sure our sisters have our backs. That’s what our whole pledge process is about. Loyalty.”

“Not that we play pledge games in Tri Delta.” Melody cut a glance at the other girl. “No nasty chores or anything to make you suffer.”

Another girl nodded. “It’s really difficult, but I’m sure you’ll do great.”

I smiled back. I could play this game. “Anything that I can do to make my chances better?”

She waved a hand. “Oh, just be yourself.” She wrapped her arms around Taylor and hugged her. “Have any of you been to your first party yet?”

Bailey snorted. “It’s like the second day of school.”

“And I think there have already been five or six parties,” Melody said.

“No,” I answered. “I haven’t.”

“There’s one tonight at Granite House,” one of the other Tri Deltas said.

Melody rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, Veronica. A Granite House party is not a beginner’s party.”

Veronica laughed and also stole one of my French fries. “Just saying.”

“What’s Granite House?” I asked.

Taylor choked on her soda. “You don’t know?”

“If I did, why would I ask?”

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