I don't do romance. I don't do love. I certainly don't do relationships. Women are attracted to my power and money and I like a nice ass and a pretty smile. It's a fair exchange-a business deal for pleasure. Meeting Beth Harrison in the first class cabin of my flight from Chicago to London throws me for a loop and everything I know about myself and women goes out the window. I'm usually good at reading people, situations, the markets. I know instantly if I can trust someone or if they're lying. But Beth is contradictory and confounding I don't know which way is up. She's sweet but so much more, she makes my knees weak and mouth dry. She's confident but so vulnerable, I want to wrap her up and protect her from the world. We spend the night together and then just disappears, leaving me with my pants around my ankles, wondering which day of the week it is. If I ever see her again I don't know if I'll scream at her, strip her naked or fall in love. Thank goodness I live in Chicago and she lives in London and we'll never see each other again, right? A stand-alone, full length novel with no cliffhanger.
