Apolo Choice...self-made billionaire before the age of thirty. At a time when most men are still trying to figure out what direction to take their careers, Apolo Choice is enjoying luxuries they are still dreaming about. But behind every powerful man come secrets, and Apolo is no exception.
Confident, intimidating, arrogant and handsome, Apolo Choice is a man who gets whatever he wants. At least in the boardroom. Away from the power deals, he has a dark side. One he allows few to enter. Until he meets Caitlyn White.
Caitlyn White...smart and self-assured, she has quietly worked at Choice Enterprises for four years. Until one day her world is turned upside down by the man at the top. Taking her from the cubical to executive suite faster than you can blink an eye.
Together they become a power couple both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
He maneuvered the Ferrari onto the main road leading back into the small town. He sat at the stop sign, foot slightly on the accelerator gunning the engine with care. I gazed over at him, curious about what was running through his mind.
“So, Apolo, you going to take me to this floating palace of yours or what?” I blurted out.
My hand flew up to my mouth. Not in horror of what I’d just said, but to stifle a giggle. I couldn’t believe how brazen I had suddenly become.
He was eyeing me with interest.
“I mean, we both want to have sex…‘fuck’ as you put it. We can’t go to my place—roommate. Your place is off limits—don’t want your staff seeing me there just yet. So, we either pull over and do it in this cramped piece of fine machinery, go get a room at one of the nearby hotels, or we take this party to your houseboat. It’s up to you. Balls in your court, so to speak.” I chuckled once again at my attempt at humor.
Without uttering a single word, he bent over me and covered my mouth with his. Resisting never crossed my mind. I melted into him. I’d wanted him to kiss me all evening.
Apolo Choice did not disappoint. I was instantly caught up in the moment as I felt his tongue outlining my lips before the two met and played their courtship ritual. The white glow of headlights behind us brought it to a thundering halt. He righted himself and engaged the clutch.
“My houseboat it is,” he growled, pressing his hand on my thigh, in between gear changes.
We continued traveling along the shadowy, two-lane road when suddenly he pulled the Ferrari over onto the side and stopped.
“What? What is it?” I asked, peering over at his handsome face, which had now turned dark and brooding. Even in the soft light of the car’s interior, I could see his gray eyes were now intense.
“We can’t do this, Caitlyn. Not tonight. Especially not at my houseboat.”
“Why?” I was totally confused.
“Because if I take you there, I can guarantee my brother will have made some calls to have paparazzi staked out waiting on us..”
“Your own brother would do that to you?”
“Yes, of course, he would. It gets his name in the newspapers, along with his new restaurant. I don’t want you to remember our first time like that.”
Had to give the man credit for being a class act.
“Rain check?” His lips sealed over mine, and we kissed as though we were long lost lovers.
“But of course. Thank you, Apolo.”
“I’ll always look out for you, Caitlyn. I will not have you, or whatever may transpire between us, put out there. What happens between us is between us. No one else.”
He turned, put the sleek sports car in gear, and headed us in the opposite direction toward Atlanta.