Strike One.

He beat someone up right in front of me, picked him up by his neck and threw him across the room like it was nothing. He was defending my honor, but still. Can you say anger issues?

Strike Two.

He’s a buttoned up billionaire, filthy rich and sexy as all hell —exactly the kind of man I’ve always vowed to stay away from. (Not to mention totally out of my league.)

Strike Three.

He wants me when it’s convenient, touches my body in ways that make me crazy, but then he shuts down and becomes dark, moody, a different person.

I know something twisted and dangerous is lurking under his carefully constructed walls — but I can’t stop hoping that we have a real connection, something more than meets the eye, something worth fighting for.

I know I’m just fooling myself.

He’s a gorgeous, cold-hearted billionaire bastard, and that’s all he’ll ever be…