The salt and pepper in his hair and neatly trimmed beard made him impossibly more debonair. My husband only got better looking with age. I don’t care if we’re crash landing in a swamp as long as it’s just you and me with no cell service.” I sighed appreciatively. “You rescued me from a weekend of other kid birthday parties, board meetings, and a fundraising gala with my mother and Husband Number Four. His thumb dug in deliciously to my bare arch. “You’re asking shockingly few questions,” Derek-aforementioned husband, partner, and father of our three blonde-haired, precocious daughters-mused from the seat across from me. Just me, my husband, and a very nice bottle of champagne. There were no incessant demands for “Mom!” or “Dad!” No forgotten last-minute meeting requests or filings or lab disasters. But if he can't stop her enemies, he'll end up losing much more than he bargained for.I stretched luxuriously against the leather of my plane seat and reveled in the complete lack of children arguing. Derek promised her a win and offered up a lifetime supply of orgasms as part of the deal. He's never lost, and he never takes clients to bed. Now her billion-dollar deal is on the line, and there's a naked man in her bathtub who claims he's going to make all her problems disappear.Ĭharming-and happy to bend the rules when necessary-Derek Price has made a living polishing the tarnished images of the rich and famous. Oh, and then there's that "misunderstanding" with law enforcement witnessed by Miami's paparazzi. She has a trust fund brother looking for a handout, a father who is more board member than dad, and a mother who thinks she should give up on this whole billionaire CEO thing and meet a man with a pre-nup and a yacht. "So you show up here, break into my house, and take a bath?"Įmily Stanton's perfect life just became a disaster. "I'm the fixer your board hired to clean up your mess."
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