He's not letting her get away…even if he has to keep chasing her down.
Riley Saunders is a goddess. I'm sure of it.
She's feisty and independent, and those curves of hers drive me wild.
I think I fell in love with her the second she opened her mouth and told me off.
Now I have to convince her that no matter how far she runs, I'll follow.
She's worth the chase.
One way or another, this little virgin goddess is going to be mine.
Cash Jamison is crazy. Or so I keep telling myself.
Who decides to marry someone on first sight? He did, that's who. I think he's serious.
He's gorgeous and dominant, and I might be just as crazy as he is because I want to belong to him.
But why would a billionaire who looks like him want a curvy girl like me?
He sounds like he means it when he says I'm his…but I'm so afraid he's going to break my heart.
Please chase me, Cash.
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Holy shit. Cash Jamison is hot. When Kasen said he had a friend coming to talk to me about my problem with my Board of Directors, I thought he meant some stuffy old dude in an outdated suit. Cash isn't stuffy or old or wearing a suit.
He's massive, with colorful tattoos all up and down his muscular arms. His black t-shirt clings to his body, showing off the muscles beneath. His dark jeans mold to his powerful thighs. There's no hiding the bulge in them as he stares at me, his blue eyes locked on my face like he just saw a ghost. Except I don't think he'd be growling at a ghost like he is right now.
The dark rumble of sound shoots straight to my core, causing my nipples to harden and my panties to grow damp. He stares at me like he's the big bad wolf and I'm dinner. I think I'm okay with playing the role of his lamb.
"You're Cash Jamison?" I ask, certain Kase is messing with me and this is the actor he hired to play billionaire Cash Jamison. Because billionaires don't look like this man. And Kase loves to torture me. It's pretty much his only hobby aside from pining away for Olivia, the girl he left back home.
"Yes," Cash growls. "And you're mine."
My eyes fly to his, my mouth opening into a shocked "O".
He crosses the room to me in three steps, stopping right in front of me. I tilt my head back—way, way back—to look up at him.
"Kasen didn't tell me you were a goddess," he says, his deep growl of a voice making me whimper. He shoots what I think is a baleful glare in Kase's direction. "You don't have to worry about your Board of Directors anymore, baby. I'll take care of it for you."
"Excuse me?" I say, blinking at him like that's going to make him less hot and me less likely to agree to whatever he says. Because I'm not some damsel in distress and I don't care how hot he is, I'm not just going to sit back and let him make decisions for me and my company. No way.
"Your problem with the Board. Consider it solved," he says, still staring at me with those blue eyes that make my heart flutter. It's like they're stripping me bare and doing dirty, dirty things to me. I'm not sure exactly what kind of dirty things, but my hoohah seems to get the idea because she's wet and ready for him to slide on home.
I ignore my hoohah and cross my arms over my chest to scowl at him. "First of all, buddy," I say, resisting the urge to stomp my foot. "This is my company and I'll decide if you'll be taking care of anything for me. Second of all, I'm not your baby."
Cash grins at me, his eyes lighting up.
"And third," I turn to glare at Kasen, "I'm not bossy or dramatic."
"But you are a control freak," Kase says.
"There's nothing wrong with liking things to be organized and neat," I huff at him. "You're just jealous that I know more than you do about basically everything. Aren't you supposed to be writing a new album?"
"You do not know more than me. You just like to think you do."
"You're such a child."
"Fuck, you're pretty," Cash mutters, recalling my attention. He runs one thick, calloused finger across my cheek and then down the side of my throat. I fight the urge to shiver as electricity hums to life where he touched me, soaking my panties.
"Stop touching me." I smack his hand away.
"Why? I like touching you."
I ignore the way my stomach flutters over the fact that he likes touching me. "Because you can't just go around touching people even if you are a bajillionaire. I don't even know you. I'm pretty sure that's sexual harassment."
"His advances have to be unwanted for it to be sexual harassment," Kase supplies, most unhelpfully. He throws himself down on the sofa across from my desk, sprawling out like he lives here or something. He spends way too much time in my office. I need to find him something to do until he goes back on tour tomorrow so he'll go away and stop bugging me.
"Is that really a rule?" Cash asks, looking from me to Kasen.
"Are my advances unwanted, little goddess?" Cash turns back to me, his expression somber.
I don't know. Ugh!
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