Simon Knight and Riley Conner have been circling each other for years. A night of passion a few years back left Simon needing more and Riley running for the hills. When an amazing business opportunity Simon is pursuing hinges on demonstrating he's a serious family man, Riley will have nowhere left to run.
Riley, no longer the “chubby girl with a pretty face,” has kept her interaction with men strictly casual, especially with sexy-as-sin club owner Simon Knight. His desperation to close a lucrative business deal ensnares her in an intricate web of lies that releases a chain of unintended events.
Will Riley leave Simon to find his own way out of the mess he created? Or will she show him mercy and help him while also guarding her heart at all costs?
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“Where are you, Simon? You coward!” Riley headed toward the stairs to the second-floor offices.
“He’s not in his office,” Mitch said from behind her. She turned and eyed him expectantly.
“Do I even want to know?” Mitch asked meekly.
Riley scoffed. “You do not.”
Mitch hung his head and shook it slightly. “Damn it, Simon. He’s in the Bunny Hill Room.”
She turned away from Mitch and with determined strides went to confront the man of the hour. It figured Simon was in the Bunny Hill Room. It was a private, reserved space on the lower level, set up like a cozy ski lodge with a ten-person in-ground hot tub, snowflake-tiled floors, a stone fireplace and cocktail bar, and a flat-screen TV. He was most likely funning it up with who knew who, in the middle of the day no less. Riley shoved the sudden jealousy that gnawed at her insides aside. Simon and his companions were about to get an earful.
Riley stood frozen in place after she entered the Bunny Hill Room. The scent of chlorine tickled her nose. Andrew was seated at the bar, engrossed in reviewing whatever was displayed on his laptop screen.
And Simon, Heaven help her, was seated in the center of the large hot tub, chiseled arms spread out, resting on the ledge, leaning back, eyes closed. The water bubbled around him, but Riley could see plenty of his rippling chest and six-pack. She knew what lay deeper inside the tub that she couldn’t see. It was as if Michelangelo had sculpted Simon especially for her eyes to behold. Desire burned a hot spot in the pit of Riley’s stomach and she had to mentally shake herself and focus on the reason for her visit.
She took a calming breath and braced herself. “Hate to bother you while you’re so busy running your empire, but who the hell are Desmond and Regina Fox and why did they send me roses with a note congratulating me on our engagement, expressing their excitement about attending our wedding, and wishing us years of marital bliss?”
Simon’s eyes popped open in surprise and he bolted up exposing more muscled flesh. Riley’s body heated, but she stood firm. Andrew groaned and shook his head. She wasn’t surprised Andrew knew something. The brothers were thick as thieves.
Having seemingly quickly regrouped after Riley had surprised him, Simon’s lips slowly curved into his trademark cocky grin that got to her every time. Not this time, though. Riley was determined to guard her heart but she needed to set him straight.
“Well?” Riley tapped her foot on the tiled floor.
Simon made a show of slowly climbing out of the tub, all his naked glory on display in front of her. Shocks of lust seared into her core. With great effort, she did her best to appear unaffected and didn’t comment. Simon shrugged, his eyes filled with mischief, and proceeded to the racked stack of fluffy white towels in the corner of the room. His muscular backside was as perfect as his front. Andrew turned back to his computer, not interested in Simon’s show.
After he’d dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, Simon took a seat next to his brother at the bar. Riley continued tapping her foot, waiting for an explanation.
