Billion Dollar Enemy

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My one-night stand turns out to be my billion-dollar enemy.</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Yeah I'm screwed-and unfortunately not <em>that way.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I meet a handsome man at the bar the kind you only dream about. You know the one? He drinks his whiskey neat and power oozes from his suit-clad form. The night we spend together is perfect-I'll treasure the memory for as long as I live.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Until I discover who he is.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Who's the billionaire asshole trying to tear down my bookstore? My one-night stand. Correction: my rich handsome </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>calculating</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> one-night stand.</span></p><p><br></p><p>I hate his determination and his ruthlessness. I hate the way he smirks and the thick fall of his hair. But most of all I hate that I can't look at him without remembering our night together-a night he's keen to repeat.</p><p><br></p><p>During the day we're at war.</p><p>At night we're lovers.</p><p><br></p><p>Sorry. I think they call it ahem <em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>fudge buddies.</em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The two things are strictly separated.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>No funny business. No emotions.</strong></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And definitely no falling for him.</strong></p>