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I’d do anything for my best friend who’s as close as a brother… except keep my hands off his little sister.

When my best friend asks if his sister can move in while he’s away on business, I can’t refuse.

Elana’s been getting threats and he needs to know she’s safe.

Not that I’m thrilled.

I’m running a billion dollar company with no time to babysit acollege girl.

Only the stunning woman standing in my office isn’t the same mousy kid I remember.

Honey-blonde hair and lush lips take immediate hold of my senses.

Now I’m stuck safeguarding an off-limits house guest, and my heart is falling faster than my playboy ways.

I promised to protect.

But if this untouched beauty knew the dirty thoughts running on repeat in my mind, she’d run.

I want her in ways that could burn down my penthouse.

And something in her gorgeous green eyes says she’s falling for me too.

Her brother was half right when he trusted his best friend.

Because I won’t let anyone touch her…except me.

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~ADRIAN~

“Adrian, trust me, you don’t want to miss out on this. We’re on the brink of something huge, and your investment could skyrocket the returns.”

The owner of a chain of hotels, notorious for clandestine affairs, is desperately trying to lure me into throwing my money down the drain.

“Save the sales pitch for someone who doesn’t care about their money, Frank.” I snort.

“It’s a golden opportunity! You’d be a fool to pass this up.” I can practically imagine him begging on his knees. Pathetic prick.

“I don’t invest in fairy tales.” I’ve built my empire on discernment, not the wishful thinking of overconfident bastards.

“I can show you thebusiness plan—”

“Convince me with results, not spreadsheets and empty promises. Until then, don’t waste my time.” I hang up abruptly. I’ve had enough of him.

With an aggravated sigh, I lean back into the soft leather seat of the black sedan as it glides through the city streets, the rhythmic hum of the engine muffling the soft music emanating from the speakers. I idly drum my fingers on my thigh as I watch the blurry skyline through the tinted window, impatience seeping into my veins as the familiar impotence of being a passenger washes over me. I meet my driver Mac’s warm eyes in the rearview mirror as he smiles, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Sir, I don’t mind being a passenger, but I’m not sure that’s what you’re paying me for,” he’d quipped with a wry smile after my persistent insistence on taking the wheel the night before.

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