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But the slightly disheveled businessman is even hotter.

Still, I’m partial to tight tees and jeans myself. Especially when they’re filled out by a sweet and sexy bodyguard with soulful hazel eyes.

“That grumpy, broody billionaire is Atlas Delarosa,” Briar says, her eyes sparkling with humor. “My boss.”

Lily sighs. “Your boss?”

Briar nods.

“Damn,” she says. “All the hot ones are off-limits.”

Mischief slides across Briar’s face. “Not at all.” She leans in, stage whispers, “He looks grumpy but he’s really a softy beneath that ill-tempered exterior.”

I can attest to that.

But before I can say that, Briar’s mischief takes hold.

“Boys!” she calls. “Time for a group photo!” And when they don’t move, she adds, “Chop! Chop!”

As they are often wont to do, they follow Briar’s orders. Moments later we’re gathered up for a group photo, Lily and Atlas conveniently positioned next to each other.

“Atlas,” Briar says after the snap is complete, “this is Lily. Lily. Atlas.”

“She’s devious,” Hudson murmurs in my ear (after having done some convenient positioning of his own—to end up by my side).

“She’s your sister.”

He grins down at me. “Ask me how I know.”

I giggle and he gently touches my cheek. I lean into him, loving the soft caress, wanting more, wanting everything he’ll give me.

But before I can get lost in that…Atlas has my mouth falling open in shock.

Because the confident businessman seems to be starstruck.

“Atlas”—he lifts his hand for her to shake—“I’m Lily—” She giggles and he jerks his head, as though shaking himself, trying to save the introduction gone wrong. “Lily,” he corrects. “I’m Atlas.”

She places her hand in Atlas’s, lifts up on tiptoe to press her lips to one of his cheeks then the other. “Lovely to meet you, Atlas.” She drops back to her heels, winking playfully at him. But when she opens her mouth to say something else, her assistant comes over with a question, and the moment is broken.

Yet I can’t help but notice that when she excuses herself and slips away, Atlas’s gaze is locked onto her.

I glance at Briar, my eyebrows lifted in question.

Is she seeing what I’m seeing? Confident, albeit slightly distant Atlas with the heart of gold, is stammering over a woman, unable to tear his eyes from her?

Hmm.

Briar’s expression tells me she’s cottoned on too. She’s calculating. Plotting.

And when I glance at Jade and Aspen, I see they’re wearing similar looks.

Atlas better watch out.

The Gamebreaker ladies are on the matchmaking case.

And I have the feeling he’s not going to know what hit him.

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