Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance
His eyes are so rich and swoon-worthy, it’s a miracle I’m still standing, when—in his typical fashion—Jameson Richards has my knees weakening and my entire body threatening to pool right at his feet.
Fuck. Me.
My eyelids squeeze shut for a few seconds, because that sentiment holds numerous connotations right now.
Primarily, how am I going to explain to my boss that I’m being paid for sex?
Then again, how is my boss going to explain paying for sex?
And… Oh, my God! The grand slam here is: I’m about to have sex with my boss for money!
I whirl around on my high heels, to hell with whether I spill champagne. In fact, I thrust the arm out that’s attached to the hand holding the champagne flute an