Abby Walters fell in love with me when she was a child.
In many ways, she still is one. That sweet, sheltered good girl may look like a walking orgasm, but I know she’s innocent.
Too innocent for me, the renowned British playboy.
It’s ironic, isn’t it, that I’m the one spending my career in philanthropy while she toils away as a barista. The heiress to her own fortune, she’s terrible at this job. It’s all wrong for her.
But then so am I.
So why did I offer to hire her?
Because I want her close to me.
Under my control.
And in my bed.
It’s not like Abby’s going to tame me. Right?