Bred for the Billionaire’s Heir
Jasmine’s heart raced as she looked across the bar. He was there again. For the last three nights, the man with the deep tan and perfectly styled sun bleached hair wearing tailored white shirts sat at the table closest to the docks. Unlike all of the other nights, when he stared out past all of the yachts at the shadowy blue sea, tonight he was staring directly at her.
Jasmine’s youth and inexperience allowed her excitement to overwhelm her. She could feel her olive complexioned face glow with a shade of pink. At 20, this was her first time in a bar and here she was capturing the attention of the most attractive and mysterious man there. She squeezed her knees together, enjoying the warmth of her loins as her lips burned.
Unable to turn away, Jasmine foun
