The Billionaire's dilemma

nd modern ambition. The marble dome of the Capitol glowed against the stars, but across tow

after most of the city had gone home. Few dared work as late as thei

clouds, he exuded the kind of effortless power that drew people in before he even spoke. Thirty-four years old, a self-made billionaire, he was Washington'

oosening his tie. His adviser, Mr. Brow

r. Brown said, adjusting his glasses. "O

yet, the other half will stil

d serious. "Brad, you need more than contracts. Yo

where the city lights flickered l

Enc

when he passed, as though his presence alone demanded excellence. Most of them knew him only as a shad

omething different c

, and the slim cut of her blouse hinted at a figure that could have been pulled from a model magazine. Yet it wasn't her looks alone that made Brad

he paper tray. "One more tantrum a

p, and her eyes widened slightly when she saw him. For a second, she froze the CEO h

aster than most would. "I suppose I've just th

"The copy machine deserves it. I've ha

passed between them. Not fear. Not the usual forced p

our name?"

" she replied. "Ma

wly, as if testing how it tasted on

ow the copy machines are th

genuine. The sound made

mething stir inside him something alive. He

Pro

apped his pen against a file folder.

d thoughtfully. "Marketing.

ood with ideas. A little unorthodox, but her de

Because starting tomorrow, she's moving up. I wa

narrowed knowing

rmed, his tone leavin

ed. "You're pla

," Brad murmured,

Strip

ce Kraner, or as everyone called him, JK. If Brad was sharp and controll

a glass of whiskey. "Women are lining up for you, and

the outskirts of the city, a place Brad w

curls framed her face, and her eyes glittered like secrets waiting to be told.

d on her, and he c

brushed past him, she leaned close en

, lips curving into a wicked smi

into his chest. In that instant, he

Resta

le restaurant alone, scanning the menu.

silk dress that screamed class. She carried herself lik

rassment crossed her flawless features. Before she could protest,

," he said

g. Then, recognition flickered e

e asked su

ted to," Brad a

zling smile. "I'm Tatiana. And you, Mr. Nel

e way her eyes spark

oresha

oured himself a drink and stared at the c

th her fire

th her dange

h her eleganc

ulling at a part of him he

head: "Women will destroy

he whiskey catch the light. He did

would collide and his lif