Her half-empty martini glass sat wearing a smudge of her red lipstick.
She was heading for the door, and I was sitting at the bar, alone.
WTF?
Was Nara Kincaid beating me at my own game?
No. Never.
I'm the one who calls the shots.
I'm successful.
I'm rich.
I can seduce any woman I want. I own the hottest boutique hotel in New York. Only the rich and famous stay here. They're all we allow.
They don't pick us. We pick them.
And I've picked Nara Kincaid.
Get ready for the gentlemen famous for making women curl their toes, forget their names, and wish one night would last forever. These men will take you for a ride you'll never forget—and pleasure that you'll live to talk about.