THE BATTLE FOR YOUR HEART

OLAS

ite bedroom warmed my bare chest as I stared out at the ocean. I tightened th

relax. So much for vacationing in Maldives to relieve my stress. I tried zoning out on the bea

nt when his plane skidded off a runway. William survive

and William owned, NW International, experienced a

y my fault, not William's. Instead of doing due diligence in investigating the pros and cons of making an offer,

or had been involved with a construction project at the property. Luckily, William insisted on delaying the decis

t charging ahead to beat our father at all costs. That type of thinking cost him his relati

o outlet mall developers than how it had affected Amelia and her father. Since then, I had vow

he apple not falling far from the tree? Maybe I wa

he dark-haired woman I picked up last night sat up on the king-size

easts and more of her smooth skin. She flipped her tousled hair and

ing her over a table mix-up at the Cuban Italian restaurant where she worked. She h

hen her shift had ended, we had gone to a bar down the street from the restaurant. I hadn't planned on sleeping w

t I have to

"Your loss." She plucked her clothes from the right side of the bed. Her hips swaying seducti

ide table...William , Seriously? Didn't he have somethin

he answer i

iscuss somethi

on your own for another week. I'm on vacation. Remember?" I rounded the bed and entered the half-empty walk-in

ay. I thought Emily banned y

nned? I'm not banned

efore walking back out,

?" He

e to tell her

s slee

You wouldn't be allowed to make this

er," William released a brief chuckle. "She's downstairs in the kitchen, an

finitely whipping William into shape. Good for her. That phra

fensive. Or is that short leash you

so short that I can't ki

ention. "I'm not alone. Give me twenty minutes and

es." Willi

he phone into my jeans pocket. Of course there were issues with that place. Like I had tried to tell

sponsibility of being a management company, but Williams kept insisting they should pursue it. Not

he'd tamed her tousled hair into a sleek ponytail. Rosy gloss highlighted her

ed into place, "Do you need me to arra

wink and mischievous expression confirmed she'd delib

hen," I

slipped them on. "There's a café up the street that serves exc

ve got to do some

erstand. I have to put in my share

oking around to take in the view she had missed yesterday

p her beige purse from the couch, "What did you

n real

ing him up in dollar signs. "You could say that," It wasn't a complete lie. NW International inve

my bare chest to his nape, "You know, I get of

have to t

eyes, she heard what I wasn't saying

of another, similarly dark-haired woman with flawless naturally bronzed skin flashed in his min