Page 43 of Dirty Money

“I do. But let’s take it slow.”

“No,” came his spoiled, entitled, rich man’s answer. “Move in with me!”

“No!” she yelled in his face. “I need at least a month to see how things go before I make more commitments to you than I already have.”

He turned and got out of bed, his chiseled ass making her mouth water as he walked away in all his glorious nakedness. “Fine!” he shouted as he left her alone in his bed. “One month, Aulora. Not one day longer than that!”

“Bossy, much?” she mumbled as she snuggled back into the comfy bed.

She was well aware that most women would’ve never argued over what she’d just argued about. They would’ve done as the hot, sexy man told them to. But Aulora Greene was not most women. No, Aulora Greene was a special kind of stubborn.

As Weston brushed his teeth and looked at the love bites Aulora had left all over him, his anger with her turned into something else. She was strong, independent, and had a will he likened to that of an Ox.

Who was he to try to change that?

His demeanor changed, he went back into the room and scooped her up in his arms. “I’m sorry for trying to run your life, my little peach.”

She ran her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. Now, how about a sexy shower?”

He carried her off to his shower to lather her up in more ways than one. She would prove to be harder to handle than the other women he’d had in his life but he thought she might just teach him a thing or two, where the others hadn’t.

And there were some things he did need to learn.