Pretend To Be Mine

The moment Brooklyn Walsh walked into my office I wanted her. No, scratch that, I wanted to f*ck her. To pull up that tight little skirt she was wearing, bend her over my desk, and make her mine. But damn if it doesn’t go against my one and only rule – never mix business with pleasure. She looks at me like I’m Prince Charming, here to fulfill all her deepest fantasies, but I’m far from the man she thinks I am. Filthy rich. Dominant. Possessive. I’m the Big Bad Wolf her mother warned her about, r