If England had yearbooks, I'd probably be "Arden St. Ives:
Man Least Likely to Set the World on Fire." So far, I
haven't. I've no idea what I'm doing at Oxford, no idea what
I'm going to do next and, until a week ago, I had no idea
who Caspian Hart was. Turns out, he's brilliant, beautiful .
. . oh yeah, and a billionaire.
It's impossible not to be captivated by someone like that.
But Caspian Hart makes his own rules. And he has a lot of
them. About when I can be with him. What I can do with him.
And when he'll be through with me.
I'm good at doing what I'm told in the bedroom. The rest of
the time, not so much. And now that Caspian's shown me
glimpses of the man behind the billionaire I know it's him I
want. Not his wealth, not his status. Him. Except that might
be the one thing he doesn't have the power to give me.