The Billionaire's Promise
For two years I held Vance Winters off… Right up until the day my fiancé dumped me for his mistress and Vance kissed me senseless.
Vance Winters was six feet of dangerously beautiful mayhem. Wicked blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and golden skin covered in tattoos. Trouble. I should have taken one look and run in the other direction. I should have told him to take his job offer and shove it up his tight, perfect ass. I should have done a lot of things.
I won’t lie. One touch of Vance’s mouth to mine was better than all four years with my ex. I was tempted. So very tempted. Tempted, but not stupid. How many women had I escorted from his bed in the two years I’d worked for him? Vance didn’t do commitment and I’d been tossed aside one time too many. There was no way I was going to throw my broken heart at his feet, even if I suspected the orgasms might be worth it.
Then she showed up. Rosalie. Only three months old, and she changed both of our lives in an instant. I could resist Vance when he was just my billionaire playboy boss. But could I keep my heart safe as I watched him fall in love with his daughter?
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