I need money and I need it fast.
My dad’s bakery depends on it and there's only one man I can think of that might be able to help.
Grey Kingston.
He calls himself a moneylender. What he really means is loan shark but I’m in no position to be picky.
I’m expecting an old weathered man when I come knocking on his office door, and Grey Kingston is twice my age, but one look at him and I’m already falling hard.
He’s tall and lean, but his shoulders are wide, with his silver-flecked brown hair and more money than he knows what to do with.
There’s no way a man like him would ever be interested in a girl like me.
I’m twenty-one, curvy, and I’m still a virgin. I can’t imagine he finds me pretty. No man or boy has ever looked twice my way unless it’s to hurl insults about my weight.
But then why does look at me with heat in his eyes when I plead with him to give me a loan.
Grey looks like a man who knows what he wants but does he really want me? And if he does want me can I accept the dangers that come with loving a loan shark?