The Billionaire Takes a Bride. Liz Fielding

answer ‘—and, um, let you have your shower.’

      ‘Oh, please, don’t rush off.’

      He was across the room before she could escape, his hand flat against the door, towering over her as she backed up hard against it in an attempt to put some space between them so that he wouldn’t feel the wild, nervous hammering of her heart.

      In an attempt to avoid the magnetic pull of his body.

      ‘I so rarely encounter this level of entertainment before breakfast.’