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Chapter One
Keisha Jacobs would give up her favorite ratchet box wrench for the ability to reach through the phone and strangle the rich asshole on the other end of the line However, the fact that such an action happened to be physically is were as sparse around Jacobs Fine Furnishings as bail money
But the bills? She surveyed the stack of envelopes filling the leopard print inbox on the corner of her office desk Oh, there were plenty of them
Uncla her jaw before she broke a h her teeth There Much better Sort of “I don’t care how s is not for sale”
“Everyone has a price” He delivered the co his way Too bad for him she’d already fallen for that ploy Once With another sotten her was an overpriced wedding dress and nowhere to wear it “Not me and not this company”
Keisha slid her fingers across her laptop’s built-in mouse pad The screen flickered to life She scrolled up The Harbor City Post’s website to an old photo of a clean-shaven, square-jawed hottie in a tuxedo with a er type on each arm
Figured
Three’s Company: Harbor City’s bad boy billionaire, Gabe Campos, hits the toith two beauties for the annual Fashion Fights Hunger gala at the Harbor City Museum of Modern Art Looks like he doesn’t just have the Midas touch when it comes to money
The article under the photo waxed on and on about how Ca furniture
“Why don’t you meet me, and we can discuss this in person?” Gabe’s serous “I can haveyou to Harbor City We can chat about the acquisition over dinner I’d love to finally see the face that goes with that Southern drawl”
She rolled her eyes at Gabe’s ie on her screen “Do you think because I live in a small town that I’m a total noob?”
“I’ to be friendly”
Keisha snorted “No, you’re trying to buy cheap”
“So you’d be willing to sell if I increased my offer?”
Man, this guy would not take no for an answer, and it was otiations coupled with hisin her seat “Absolutely not”
“That’s a problem” His voice turned from sticky sweet to flinty in a heartbeat
“Not for me it’s not,” she retorted
“It will be”