My name—Jace Harlow. My business—making billions.

I've got it all.

Money.
Confidence.
Sexual prowess.

I know—I'm quite a catch. At least to most women. But Lily Conrad isn't like any woman I've met before.

Damn her and that red dress.

Now all I think about is her. All I fantasize about is her—her smile, her laugh, her long legs wrapped around my waist.

My dilemma, you ask? She doesn't care that I'm a billionaire. And why should she? It means nothing, it tells her nothing about who I am. Lily Conrad doesn't know what I'm made of, but you can be sure of one thing...

She's going to find out.