Never Say Yes To A Stranger by Lindsey Hart

The deal was for one single night.
And I was expecting a sweet old man in his sixties.
Instead what turned up on my doorstep was…
A big fat self-made billionaire
With gorgeous blue eyes
And a hard-and-sexy body

I knew there was something sus about him,
He probably lied about his age.
But the deal he was offering was too good to pass on.
He wants 4 nights with me.
And NO! It’s not what you are thinking.
The only things on offer are companionship, cookies and milk on my little farmhouse.
Apparently, billionaires also feel lonely and want a little company.

But when we end up sharing a bed…
He has me rethinking all aspects of the deal.
Not the platonic kind either.
But why does it feels like he is hiding something.
Is it just me being paranoid or does he know my real identity?