BLURB
I met Bianca in an
elevator.
She was on her way to
interview me when we got stuck.
The beautiful,
raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was
dressed.
She had no clue I was
really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister
Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.
Bianca told me how
much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn't
appreciate the simple things in life.
So, after the
elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her
believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she
looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.
I began dating her as
“Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.
I didn’t expect that
our chemistry online would be just as hot.
I didn’t expect the
mess I’d gotten myself into.
I didn’t expect that
Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.
And she was falling
for two men.
Only, both men were
me.
And when she found
out, we were both going to lose her.
Nothing could have
prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what came after.
All good things must
come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
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MEET BIANCA
I sighed
audibly. Are we even moving? It was seriously the slowest
elevator I’d ever taken. Frustrated, and maybe a bit anxious to get the
interview over with, I took another shot at the elevator panel. Again,
pressing the button repeatedly, I groaned, “Come on. I’m already freakin’
late.” I breathed a sigh of relief when the car seemed to finally pick up
speed. But then, it jolted to an abrupt stop, and the elevator went pitch
black. “Well now you’ve gone and broken the damn thing,” a deep voice said from
behind me. Startled, I jumped and bobbled my cell phone in the dark,
which resulted in it falling. From the sound of it smashing against the
floor, I knew it had broken. “Shit! Look what you made me do.” I bent
over and patted the floor, but I couldn’t find it. “Can you at least give
me some light so I can find my phone?” “It would be my pleasure.” “Thank you,”
I huffed. “If I had a cell phone on me.” “Are you kidding? You don’t have
a cell phone on you? Who walks around without their cell phone?” “Maybe
you should try it. If you weren’t so obsessed with yours, we wouldn’t be in
this predicament.” I stood, and my hands went to my hips. “How so?” “Well, you
were so busy typing away on your phone, you didn’t even notice another
passenger was in the car with you.” “And?” “Had you seen me, you wouldn’t have
jumped hearing my voice and broken your phone. Then we would have had
light, and you would be able to see that elevator panel well enough to push
that button another twenty or thirty times. I’m sure that would’ve helped.” I
felt the man moving around behind me. “What are you doing?” When he answered,
his voice came from a different place. It was to my left and beneath
me. “I’m on the floor looking for your cell phone.” It really was pitch
dark. I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt the air move, and I knew he must
have stood back up. “Put your hand out.” “You’re going to put my phone in it,
right?” “No, I’ve taken down my pants and I’m going to stick my dick in
it. Christ, you’re really a bitch, aren’t you?” Thinking he couldn’t see
me, I smiled at his sarcasm and put out my hand. “Just give me my phone.”
MEET DEX
Wow. My little ball
player was quite the fox. I’d only seen her from the back before the lights
went out. Now, I was staring into her beautiful, big brown eyes, feeling like
this elevator mishap wasn’t such a bad thing after all. She cleared her throat.
“The lights came back, but we’re still stuck.” I clicked on some of the
buttons. “Seems that way. But this is a step in the right direction. I bet this
thing will be moving in no time.” And by this thing moving, I do not mean
my dick, although I could have sworn I felt it twitch when she just licked her
beautiful full lips. Do that again. Fuck. She is beautiful. My
eyes travelled down the length of her body then back up again, loving how the
small buttons on her conservative blouse formed a path up to her delicate neck.
I wouldn’t have minded sucking on that skin. Maybe I could entice her to play
hooky with me. “Where are you headed once we get out of here?” I asked. “The
thirty-fourth floor,” she said. What? What is she doing going up to
my floor? I know she doesn’t work for me. I would have remembered that
face, those eyes. “What kind of business you have going on up there?” “I
actually have the pleasure of interviewing Mister Moneybags himself.” My
stomach sank. Ohhhh. This didn’t bode well for me. I swallowed
then cocked my head to the side and played dumb. “Who?” “The elusive Dexter
Truitt. He’s the CEO of Montague Enterprises. They occupy the entire top
floor.” Trying to seem like I was not seriously about to lose my shit, I asked,
“Why do you call him Mister Moneybags?” “I just picture him to be this crabby,
money-hungry asshole, I guess. Sounds like a fitting name. Of course, I don’t
actually know him.” “Why do you think that way about him, then?” “I have my
reasons.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Vi Keeland is a #1 New
York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her
titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently
translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and
their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with
the boy she met at age six.
Penelope Ward is a
New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s
a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels. Having grown up in
Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television
news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the
proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy.
Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.
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