My Not-So-One-Night Stand With a Billionaire

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my chest so loudly that I could hear it through my ears. A part of me wanted to run, to take for the h

my gaze from him. Wolfe. That was his name. And now he knew my name

rning her attention to him. "Makenna's one of our promising juni

ically running to them.

questioning eyes. "Ye

g in that book. Every word he said, every action he'd made, all of that was in the manus

would like to speak to Makenna privately

ng me a death glare as she went that said 'fuck this up and I'll murder you'. Sera

ammering. I looked everywhere but at him, t

he murmured, filling the space between us with his

nd him. It was better to keep some distance between us. For the sa

and I hated that he knew it. "You really went to a c

p forward. "Don't come any closer," I

s ago on my bed. In fact, I seemed to rem

at are you doing he

ded, you know. You

cked, I blinke

t lying on Sera's desk. "I

r sex, but it wasn't like he di

d like you di

wouldn't mind doing it agai

my eyes.

my body for you

the entire p

are you going

e had to

o you want me to tell everyone, particul

eyes. "Are you threa

ur words, not mine. I have a

op them. "I'm not interested, Wolfe." I s

I think you are. You're a writer, I'm a jeweler. I need a muse for my next collection and you need i

outed blue and green horns from his fo

ves with an itch t

want me to be your muse for whatever it is you do in exchange f

h. I felt like a mouse backed into a corner like

e, it started to spread. Would it be so bad? He needed something I could help with and vice versa. My readers were expecting m

wealth. He was rich. Hadn't he said he was a jeweler? I could make good money off of him and the only thing I

in my eyes. Whatever he was thinking would happen between us, he coul

d. "Make

evel of professionali

sing him for my next novel did not mean that we were fri

ched out his han

ea

em. Why did I suddenly feel like he'd set a trap for

head like a mantra and I couldn't stop it: I'd had a