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Do I know this man?

My lids lower as I search my memory, and just as I’m about to ask if we know one another, he threads his arm through mine and steers me down the sidewalk.

Completely taking control.

My body reacts, heat plowing through me, and I become aroused. It’s equally hot and a little unnerving. My body just automatically did what he led it to do.

Holy hotballs, Batman.

“I’ll walk with you. To make sure you don’t collapse.” Parker tells me, and that’s when I notice his bodyguard trailing a step or two behind us.

Wow.

Definitely wealthy.

It does make me feel safer though, so I don’t say anything and let him keep leading me toward my home. But I decide to keep teasing him, as I love the way he was bantering with me.

Hot and cheeky.

Chloe is going to die when I tell her about this.

“That’s what a serial killer would say.” I grin up at him and watch in wonder as Parker’s incredibly beautiful face breaks out into the biggest smile.

He laughs, staring straight ahead, like the powerful, confident man he is.

CHAPTER THREE

PARKER

I stride back down to the car grinning, Eric shadowing me, and spin my phone around in my fingers.

The one containing Aurora’s phone number.

Like I didn’t have it anyway...

She fell headfirst into my trap like I knew she would. Well, I do have my Louis Vuitton aftershave on—aka panty melting juice—and so it should be, at two thousand dollars a bottle.

What I didn’t expect was the bolt of lust that slammed into me the moment Aurora—as planned—did.

My cock sat right up and started fucking singing.

I knew she was a beautiful woman—after all, I’d spent hours browsing her social media learning what I could about her. And enjoying the images of her in cocktail dresses, bikinis, and everything in between.

But I wasn’t prepared for how stunning she is in real life.

I climb into my town car and Eric does the same, but up front with Durran, my driver. Some days I wonder what they think about my life. I’m a thirty-one-year-old billionaire who spends every weekend at the Alliance Club where we have hot willing women on tap—and I mean on tap—and shows no interest in dating any woman.

Now, I’ve had them drive past Aurora’s home a few times in preparation for today. When we saw her head into the funeral home, I made them wait.

From there, it was pure luck that I pushed away from the wall, to head back to a meeting, when she walked out of the building.

Right into my damn arms.

Fate.

Not that I believe in that stuff.

Anyway, Eric and Durran would never ask. They’re paid not to.

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