An Accidental Date with a Billionaire

After giving her his flannel shirt, he’d only been wearing a white undershirt. That chest was nice, and she had an urge, one she’d been wholeheartedly denying, to touch it.

You only live once.

Maybe it was good to stop overthinking everything every once in a while, and just…

Do.

He wasn’t her type at all. But it wasn’t like she was gonna marry the guy or anything. She just wanted to see him naked. They had been very clear on their one-date-only policy, so after tonight, she’d never see him—naked or otherwise—again.

He opened his car door, sliding out gracefully, and hurried over to open hers like a gentleman. She could have easily beaten him to it again, but this time she let him have his way.

Opening her door, he shot her a playful yet oh-so-sexy grin. “Having second thoughts already?”

What had been nothing more than revenge on some rich jerk she’d met at an event had turned into a magical evening with an attractive man who, for all intents and purposes, seemed to actually like her. Even more surprising, she liked him.

She didn’t want to let go of that magic yet.

“Sam?” he asked, studying her closely. “Would you like me to take you home?”

That would be the smart thing to do.

The sensible choice.

She undid her seat belt with steady hands. “No, I want that champagne in front of the fireplace. Please tell me there’s a fur rug where you seduce women.”

Just like that, his grin returned as he offered her his help. “You’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” She slid her fingers against his palm, electric tingles teasing her skin. “Definitely,” she added a bit breathlessly.

But who could blame her? Look at him.

Dark hair. Bright eyes. Hard jaw. And a voice so deep it sent shivers down her spine. More important than all that, he’d made her laugh all night long.

No expectations. No attachments. No disappointment.

Just fun.

“Well, then, let’s see if you’re right.”

Still holding her hand, he led her into the building. His grip was loose, allowing her to pull away easily if she chose to. As he walked toward an elevator, he pulled a swipe card out of his pocket with his free hand. The elevator doors opened, so he led her inside, swiped his card, and hit the thirty-fourth-floor button. She snorted to herself because a miracle was about to occur on the thirty-fourth floor. For the first time in a year…

Sam was going to get laid.

She should’ve shaved her legs.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just—” She broke off as the doors opened.

She’d expected a hallway, but the elevator doors opened right into his apartment.

Of course, he owns the whole frigging floor.

He tugged her inside his home, flicking the lights on. It was more of an understated opulence than an in-your-face kind.

Surprise. Surprise.

The floors were dark rustic wood in varying shades. The furniture was also dark, and the couches in front of a gas fireplace were leather—probably as soft as the leather seats in his car. The wall with the fireplace was covered in light brick, again in varying shades, and long lights on wires hung from the high, open ceiling above, illuminating the apartment with a soft, relaxing glow. Rubbing her arms, she approached the full-length windows that faced the Willis Tower. In the distance, the lights on the Lake Shore Drive Bridge flickered as cars sped over it.