are ready to marry me. When I meet pretty, pink haired, punk-rock Margot, I make myself a deal. I can take her... but only for one earth shattering night.
Proud, rebellious, a perfect body made for sin. Margot is my weakness; it’s too bad that she’s also a journalist. When she shows up again in Copenhagen, she is tasked with doing a story about me and the future of the royal line.
And me? I can look at Margot all I want... but never ever touch her. So instead I throw up my walls, insisting that our night together was a mistake. It sparks a fire, a growing tension between us.
Every time our hands brush, every single lustful glance, every damn time she bites her lip... Eventually, even my strong will can’t overcome temptation. Though it’s wrong, though my life is already all plotted out, I can't resist her.
I need her, in my bed and in my life.
It’s inevitable. The only question is, once I give in and take what I need... will having Margot just one more time be enough?
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Sinful Boss
Thank you as always to my beta team — Patricia, Kathy, and Kym. You guys are so helpful and encouraging. If I had a heart, you would make me cry.
Also a shout out to many members of my ARC Vixens group, who helped double triple check this manuscript before it went out. Thank you thank you thank you!
Chapter One
Luna
Three months earlier
“All the ladies on the dance floor, let me see your hands!” the DJ shouts over the baseline of the music that saturates the whole club. “You’re in Vegas for one night and I want to see you shake it!”
A little scream ripples through the packed club. It’s hard to hear over the wub-dub-dub of the music though. The lights flash, different colored spotlights bouncing around, hitting each spot for only a second.
I lean against the bar, taking another birthday cake shot. I’m all dressed up and here in Vegas for the weekend with my friends…
But I’m sort of avoiding everyone I know at this point. Cate and Harper are off doing god knows what with god knows who. And my brother and his two friends are here somewhere but I just…
I don’t know. My birthday always makes me sort of morose.
So I take another one of the shots I’ve paid for, swaying to the music. This weekend was my idea so I’m doing my best to try to get into it.
Alcohol may not be the best way, but it’s the easiest. I’m more than a little buzzed right now. Not exactly drunk but I’m definitely working my way toward that state.
I stop at the edge of the dance floor, the bass beat so loud that I feel it vibrating through the thin straps of my purse. My gaze is drawn up above the raucous crowd, to a balcony that looks out over the dance floor. A solitary figure is standing there. My breath stops for a second as I wait for the lights to hit him.
A bright purple spotlight is thrown across his face briefly. I straighten. He is handsome, with dark hair and high cheekbones.
But it’s really his morose expression in this sea of people jacked up on endorphins… it calls to me.
He’s in Vegas. How can he be sad?
Before I know it, I’m weaving my way past little clusters of people dancing, heading for the stairs.
I can’t fix most things.
But this guy? I can fix whatever is wrong with him, if only temporarily. Plus, he’s so hot that he’s actually kind of hard to look at.
That’s my kind of problem.
So I climb the metal staircase with the guy in my line of vision. He’s wearing a white button up and dark, low-slung jeans. And he’s gripping a tumbler as if it was the only thing tethering him to the ground.
Tall, dark, handsome, and brooding? Check, check, check, and check.
When I reach the upper floor, I run my hand along the balcony rail as I approach him. He is so engrossed in staring down at the dance floor that he doesn’t even notice me at first.
Usually I’m the center of attention at parties back home in Seattle. I’m cute, I’m blonde, and I come from a family that’s obscenely wealthy.
So this is a change of pace for me, not being noticed by a man. I get close enough to him to be heard.
“Mind if I stand here?” I