I never thought a meeting for my upcoming fashion enterprise would lead to me sitting at an auction, watching women of high society strutting back and forth, their company up for bid at exorbitant amounts. Frankly, it just doesn’t interest me. That is, until I see her. Londyn Harding, the little rich girl who stabbed me in the back all those years ago. I will win her, but I can’t forget the rules: no touching unless she allows it.
Now we have a full two weeks together at my chalet in Cannes, and I’m looking for more than just payback. I want answers. Like why someone whose betrayal made her daddy millions would need to sell herself. How she can look so hurt when she’s the one who tore my heart out. And if there’s any way I can get her out of my system without getting too close to her. I’ve been hurt before and I refuse to let it happen again.