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CHAPTER 1

Dominik

There are those who think they know enerous with his money and attention, which

I’ht Since it’s Saturday, I’d allowedpast o on a fewthe woman beside me to stir before I finally shut it off I turn on my side to face her

Typical Southern California wo, she flutters her eyes open—gorgeous baby blues—and s we should go out for brunch, then maybe take a drive down the coast”

She doesn’t know me at all

Disabusing her of the notion we’re going to spend the day together, I roll off theit on and give her a sympathetic look “Afraid I have to work today”

“But it’s a Saturday” Pouting, she luxuriously stretches again, which causes the sheet to slither to her waist I don’t even let my eyes flick to her breasts

I tie the belt of the robe around my waist “Still a workday for me”

“I’m sure I could think of ways to make it worth your while” She strikes a sexy pose Ad

But when a knock sounds on my bedroom door, I’m immediately refocused “Come in, Mrs Osborne”

The door swings open andher iPad with her Bluetooth pen poised and ready to take notes The woman in the bed quickly pulls the sheet over her breasts, her expression shocked

Mrs Linda Osborne is fifty-seven, and she has been my executive assistant for nine years She dresses the sah I continuously insist there’s no dress code—in a black pantsuit with a crisp, white, collared shirt underneath and ray hair is pulled into a severe knot at the nape of her neck She always has a pair of horn-rie of her nose, secured around her neck with a nondescript, beaded metal chain

“Your driver will be here to take you to the ESPN studios in half an hour,” she relays, reading off the iPad screen “After that concludes, you’ll be returning here for your interview and photo shoot for Rolling Stone Your plane is on standby, ready to fly you to Phoenix after that”

I give her a short nod “Thank you Can you send so?”

“Already handled”