Maybe once will never be enough
My father may be Manhattan’s top property billionaire,
but I didn’t rely on his name to get where I am in the cut-throat world of New York real estate.
So what if I'm a workaholic?
I still have needs––and by needs, I mean fun with no commitment.
And the perfect place to have fun is at my best friend’s wedding in the Bahamas.
Sun, sea, sex, and the perfect candidate is a crazy, brash, six-foot three, bronzed Australian named Scott.
Sparks fly between us, especially in the bedroom.
But we have an agreement, this is a one-time only deal.
Some may say I’m addicted to danger, and they’d be right.
I was a pilot in the Australian Defense Force and when I retired, I went back to my first love––surfing. Nothing like the thrill of catching a wave and wondering if you will make it to the end
or be spat out in the wash.
Now I run a successful surfboard design company in Florida,
a world away from my home on the beaches of Sydney, Australia.
Maybe I’ve been stuck in the office too long.
Because when Jasmine Richards offers me a one-time deal on a private Bahamian island, I can’t resist.
Ignoring every red flag, I succumb to the temptation.
When one-time is so good they keep coming back for more.