Wanna Be Heir

The last time I saw my brother’s foe, he was getting punched in the nose for bedding my brother’s girl—who wasn’t really my brother’s girl. Now he’s on his knees, looking up at me, and I can’t help but smile. When the sinfully sexy man says hello, I say hello back. It’s the right thing to do after all. But when he asks me to take a ride with him, I know I should refuse. Fresh out of a messy breakup, I’m not looking for anything but fun. So when he tells me that fun is his middle name and where he’s headed, I sign up for the ride. Besides, it isn’t like I haven’t heard all the rumors about him—that he’s a legendary lover, gives the best orgasms of any girl’s life, loves them and then leaves them—so I figure why not. What my brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and a rebound fling might be just what I need. It’s what I don’t know, though, that I should be worried about—that one kiss will give me butterflies, that two touches will set my blood on fire, that three nights will make me want him forever. Not forgetting that I’m not looking for more is difficult, but remembering he isn’t a forever kind of guy might just break me. My brother’s foe has a name—it’s Prince Spencer Lexington—and this is our story.