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jump to my feet, and take her in my arms.

“Our adventure has only started,” she tells me before she kisses me.

She’s damn right. The very best is yet to come.

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I’m not the kind of guy who will kidnap you and hold you prisoner on my yacht. I could. I have a yacht, but we should talk about it first.

We can get kinky if you want, but my dungeon isn’t red. I went with something more nuanced.

I’m polite, I’m generous, and I always call after we spend the night together.

But don’t be mistaken – this gentleman still knows exactly where to bite, lick, touch, and suck.

I’m William Knight.

Professional Wingman. Master of Sex. The Dating Doc.

My official title is Personal Advisor. At least that what’s my business card says.

I’ve built a very successful career helping men get the women they desire, while schooling them in the lost art of respect and chivalry.

I have it all. Money. Power. Respect.

Until I meet her.

Opal Waverly is the game changer. Not only is she smart, successful, and witty as hell, but she’s kind. She’s the type of kind that sneaks into your heart and cracks it open far enough that love slips in.

Hear that? That’s me waxing poetic while I drown my sorrows in a glass of scotch because Opal is the object of another man’s desire.

And he’s paying me an obscene amount of money to make her fall in love with him.

Author’s Note: This breathtakingly refreshing romance does not contain any cheating or a love triangle.

Chapter 1

William

“If you asked me to go home with you, I would.”

I shift my gaze to the right so it lands on the woman who just uttered those words to me. She’s cute. Blonde hair, blue eyes, lips that look like something other than nature played a part in their fullness.

The tight black dress she’s wearing fits the occasion. I’m at a fundraiser because I do my part to contribute when it’s needed. Tonight, it’s a gala to benefit an observatory on Long Island that is crumbling under the weight of its age. The host is a man I did business with two years ago. The woman he married last month is an astronomer, so he took on the role of raising money even though he can cut a check for millions, and it wouldn’t leave a dent in his bank account.

“What do you say, handsome?” The woman next to me trails a finger up the arm of my tuxedo jacket.

I say no.

It’s not because she’s not desirable. She’s pretty, but she also has a tan line wrapped around the ring finger of her left hand. Either she’s married and looking to score some tall, dark-haired, chiseled jaw handsomeness on the side, or she’s recently divorced. She could be a widow, but I doubt like hell she’s in mourning.

She saddles up closer to me at this makeshift bar in the corner of the ballroom at one of Manhattan’s most luxurious hotels.

“Do you have a roommate?” Her finger reaches the top of the collar of my white button-down shirt. “You can’t take a woman home, is that it? I can get us a room here if that’s the case.”

I turn so I can give her my full attention because women deserve that.

Her eyes trail over my face.

I’m better looking than most men in this place. That’s not ego talking. I know that I was blessed when it comes to good bone structure and height.

I’m gifted in other ways, but she won’t enjoy that tonight.

“I’m flattered.” I flash her a smile to lessen the blow of the next words out of my mouth. “I’m not interested.”

I could have played it kinder and told her that I’m tired or in a committed relationship.

Both the former and the latter are lies.

I don’t see the point in lying to a woman who is putting herself out there. She’s being straight with me by telling me she wants me. I’m being clear with her by explaining that she’s not what I’m looking for.

“What do you mean you’re not interested?” She arches her back to bring her ample tits into the conversation.

My eyes drop to them briefly because breasts …but I shift back to eye contact immediately. “I’m not interested in fucking you tonight.”

“Ohhhh,” she drags that one-syllable word out to within an inch of its life. “You’re busy tonight, so