He’s the Tech billionaire who’s sexy as hell with eight pack abs and my boss’s best friend. He’s also the one night stand I’ve tried to forget. Now he wants me to travel halfway around the world with him to take photographs for a project he’s building. He’s promised it’s just business. He loves my work, he says.
I’m a single mother of a daughter on the spectrum. I have an amazing job, terrific friends and a great life! I am just fine without a man like Michael Davis.
But when gets me in a Tokyo elevator, he leans in so I can smell his spicy cologne and feel his hot breath on my neck. He tells me in his husky voice, “I remember the last time we were in an elevator together, it’s not a night I will ever forget.”
I took this job to pay for my little girl’s braces, it had nothing to do with my heart, or my body. I CAN totally ignore his blonde hair, clear blue eyes, amazing abs and rakish grin. Can’t I?
So why do I want us to join the mile-high club?