I'm broke, desperate, and serving drinks to cocky athletes who think I'm on the menu. One scorching night with the team's billionaire playboy changes everything. Now I'm caught between a deal I can't refuse and a billionaire who won't take no for an answer.
The hole in my bank account brought me to this sports bar. The hole Kenny Masters burns through my defenses might destroy me. He's everything I swore to avoid: devastating smile, bulging bank account, and a reputation for collecting women like trophies. The star player who has different girls draped over him every night.
Except tonight, his eyes are locked on me.
"What brings you to me, honey?" The question ignites something forbidden. Something reckless. Something that makes me forget I'm just the broke bartender serving his whiskey.
One touch and electricity crackles between us. One kiss and my rules shatter. One night and I'm ruined for anyone else.
For a moment-one stupid, beautiful moment-I believe I'm different. That the way he held me meant something. That his whispered promises weren't just pillow talk.
Then comes the deal: Be his. Exclusively. Leave the bar behind and he'll take care of everything.
Translation: He wants a kept woman. A pretty possession. Just another trophy, except this one he doesn't plan to share.
But someone forgot to tell his teammate the rules.
Now I'm being hunted by a man who thinks I'm fair game, while the one who claims to own me watches with cold indifference. Because Kenny got what he wanted, didn't he?
Except he keeps showing up. Keeps staking his claim. Keeps looking at me like he's starving and I'm his last meal.
And I'm starting to realize Kenny Masters doesn't share his toys. The question is: Am I just another game to him, or is the playboy finally ready to play for keeps?
