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 so contradictory and confounding I don't know which way is up.
She's sweet but so sexy 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.
And then she fucks me like a train and 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?.
Indigo nights, paperback/Louise Bay
