I smiled again, this time I noticed Nick looking across the table in my direction. His gaze was intense, there was something about it. It was intense, intimidating, sensual, but charming all at the same time. Stop it Tessa. Said my subconscious. You two couldn't even bare to be in the same room with one another a few weeks ago. Stop you do not find him attractive. I kept thinking that telling myself this would help me...but it didn't. He moved his index finger along the rim of his glass, I every so often would catch his bright green- gray eyes look in my direction. I looked down at my hands which were cupped together in my lap. Stop it Tess! "I'll help you clear the plates." His mother said to his father, after we ate. They both stood up and took the plates into the kitchen. Leaving me alone with him. Crap. Tessa Erickson is a beautiful, single, twenty-six year old woman who works for a big named company in New York City. All was great in her life, until she got partnered with a tall, well dressed, exceedingly handsome, arrogant, flirtatious playboy named Nicolai Piercy. Who also happens to be the son of the man who owns the company Tessa works for. As they deal with their own personal problems inside the office and outside, will they begin to see eye to eye, will the way they feel towards each other ever change and will Tessa end up falling for The Billionaires Son? So read along as Nick and Tessa deal with the struggles of life and love. Cover created by: kikiceleste_ Rated PG-13: (Strong language, sexual situations)

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.