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Being a billionaire had become boring until a stranger showed up to a conference and spiced things up...
Curvy, sassy, and dangerously younger than me...
Analyn was everything that a former hockey player needed to stay away from.
I was used to women falling all over me.
But Analyn’s pretty mouth that never shut up was still tempting.
Especially when I made a bet that she couldn’t resist.
Analyn had no idea she was setting herself up for failure.
Little Miss Sassy came back to me, this time looking for a job.
And I knew it was my turn again to suggest a wager.
Our one-night stand had to be forgotten.
But I couldn’tnotnotice that cute pencil skirt she’d wear to the office.
All eyes were on me... onus.
And my eyes were on the only woman I couldbetwould nevertrust me.
Or would she?
PROLOGUE
Analyn
Men are scum. Especially Chase Tolliver, the man I was sure was going to propose to me. I was right. Oh, did he ever propose to me. Except it wasn't marriage. It was an open relationship.
As it turned out, we'd been in an open relationship practically since we started dating. I just hadn’t known it.
When he’d suggested the new arrangement, we were at a fancy restaurant in Chicago, my heart beating a million miles a minute, at first in joy and then in shock. Did he really mean that he wanted an open relationship? Did it go both ways?
I pointed toward a handsome man sitting at another table and asked, “So if I wanted to sleep with him, you'd be all right with that?"
He gave me an affable smile. "Sure. That's the point, isn't it?"
I wasn't sure what hurt more—that he didn't feel sex should be monogamous or that there was no sign of jealousy at the idea of my sleeping with another man. Both were bad. Both indicated that I wasn't in the type of relationship I wanted.
"And what if I didn't want that?" I'd asked him.
He didn't say anything at first, but that pause told me everything I needed to know. He hadn't been faithful while we dated. He wouldn’t be faithful in a marriage. A marriage he hadn't even proposed. Chase wasn’t the man for me, after all.
I put my napkin on the table. "Let me save you the trouble. You’re welcome to screw around with all the women you want, but when you need a plus-one or a girlfriend, don't call me."
I stood and walked away from the table to leave the restaurant. When he didn't call after me, I began to wonder if my reaction was exactly what he wanted. He’d set me up to break up with him so he wouldn’t have to break up with me. Coward.
Men are scum and cowards.
The best way to get over a breakup is to spend time with your best friend. Unfortunately for me, my best friend lived in Las Vegas while I was in Chicago. No worries. I simply packed a bag and hopped a plane and was now spending a week with my best friend, Betts. In the few days I'd been there, we had done all the things required to get over a man, which involved copious amounts of ice cream and wine. We were having such a great time, she invited me to be her roommate if I wanted to move to Las Vegas. I was seriously considering that idea.
Unfortunately, tonight Betts was on a date with her boyfriend, Paul. They had an on-again-off-again relationship that had been off when I arrived, but then he called earlier tonight, and it appeared that they were on again.
