KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance)
“Grey called? On what? A carrier pigeon? I didn't see a single wire on the way up here.”
“We have a phone, Mr. Arsher.”
I heave out a massive, bone-deep sigh of relief.
"Well, that's awesome, Shen. Now you understand I don't want a sermon. I want you in my jet ten minutes ago."
I take a step closer, my mind already running through my bank accounts.
“Name your price. Anything you demand monthly, it’s covered."
Shen doesn’t even blink. "I am not concerned with your money, Mr. Arsher."