I have more money than I know what to spend it on.
The power that comes with being a partner at a law firm.
A closet-full of tailored Brioni suits.
The ugly divorce.
A daughter I love more than life itself, even if I’m not sure she’s mine.
What I don’t have is her.
My queen of thorns.
Maria Tavares has the paralyzing effect of a black widow disguised as a femme fatale.
She’s brains and beauty, and has the audacity to f*ck around like a man without regard for feelings.
And she lives by the mantra, “hit it and quit it.”
Yours truly included.
After a one-night stand six months ago, I want my formidable rose—any way I can have her.
When she comes to me needing a favor, I’m quick with a proposition she can understand: an arrangement.
Three months.
All in. Strings attached. No interferences. Titles exchanged.
Mine.
In this battle of wills, Maria will discover that I know she needs to be handled with a firm hand.
Especially while she’s on her knees for me.