Ruthless Wars

Power plays are hard.
Trying to one up the stranger who banged me senseless last night? Definitely harder.

A year ago, I was stranded on a deserted stretch of highway with a dead engine and zero signal.
He appeared out of nowhere. Broad shoulders. Smoldering eyes. A total stranger.
He got me back on the road so I could make my flight.
His price? Nothing but a kiss.

I never thought I'd see him again.
Until last night.
When he showed up looking like the devil in a five-figure suit, 
and I finally got the chance to show the man a year's worth of pent-up… appreciation.

The next morning, those same devastating eyes pin me from across a polished mahogany table.
Except now, he's not the man who wrecked me against a hotel door.
He's the billionaire bastard trying to take control of my family's company.

Well, if he thinks he can sweep in and steal what's ours, he's got another thing coming.
I'm laser-focused.
Calculating.
Unshakable.

At least, I was.
Until my unlisted cell lights up with text after text.
And I know it's him.
His cocky smile says as much. Like he's double-dog daring me to look at what I can only imagine are a wide inventory of inappropriate pics.
As if dragging his tongue slowly across his lower lip isn't distraction enough.

​​​​​​​We're in a packed boardroom.
A hundred million dollars is on the line.
Hello? We're supposed to be going to war.
What could he possibly want?