Sweet Trouble From Georgia

low over the concrete. Travis, stirred in his opulent penthouse suite. His personal assistant,

tle hum of his private elevator system in the background. He swung his legs over the side of

sketball player to becoming one of the richest men in the world, he had worked tirelessly to achieve his goals. And now, a

ertly prepared his morning routine. "Good morni

, make it the chopper. I want to beat traffi

ady tapping on her tablet. "Als

lipad. The helicopter waited, its blades already humming in rhythm with his pulse. Sliding

ed out over the city with a sense of awe and own

wn headquarters. Kendra met him the moment

xecs is in fifteen minutes,"

oted. Let's make it sharp. I've g

is seat, cool and composed. The executive

nding a hand. "What do you t

"Not good enough. I need a

d looks-nervou

umbers," one offered, "bu

our problem. I want it revised-

ut, he felt that familiar pulse of satisfaction. He wasn't just a businessman-h

ant close behind. Today's agenda was clear-finalizing a deal that could shift the tides for his company's next expansion. Seated across the p

a set of documents toward him, "what d

aged whiskey. "Well, Phoebe, I'd say we've done most of the heavy lifting.

er gliding across the paper as she explained. "Right here-this is where I think we

neckline, which the motion happened to reveal with just enough subtle grace. He cau

ally showcasing, but he quickly returned to the spreadsheets-as if i

her finger rested. "Exactly why I like working with y

ker in her eyes. "And here I thought it

t too. But your spreadsheet

ss the table for ju

rk, they both look

iness.

flashes for one of the season's most talked-about events-a charity gala hosted in the heart of downtown. The venu

ed by the entrance. The door swung open, and Travis Scott stepped out, every inch the mogul-tailore

hatter and laughter. With the grace of someone who'd done this a hundred times before, he moved through the cro

gures-Austin and Jamie-already sipping c

Travis said as he approache

rin. "We are trouble.

ok who finally decided to g

se a few million-dollar gap

"He's here now, which means somebody's abo

. "To big wins and bil

same dude who once begged Coach Lewis to bench him so he could fli

glasses. "Some things change. Some t

d past the glittering crowd. And then he saw her-that blonde. A vision in satin,

rom nerves, but that kind of arresting curi

still locked on the woman. He gave Jamie a pa

ie groaned.

t a knowing laugh. "Damn. Here we go. Th

you're so predictable. Spot a pretty woma

mie. I just

Just another

vis defended. "I've had

n the supermodel from Paris? The

maybe not

oman again. "But this

st going to flash that billion-dolla

s the

lking headli

his glass. "And yet,

she said, clinking

, They both shook their heads. Same old

xquisite decor and expensive artwork. He was a man who lov

utiful, with long, thick hair and captivating eyes that always seemed to hold a secret. Travis had hired

smile. "I've got papers for you to

d. "Thanks, Rachel. I'

asked, "How was th

y, and terribl

ad her body language easily-if he wanted to cro

re smiles and headed upstairs, fe

es, they were predictable-give them money, luxury, attenti