She's a spoiled little princess type.
You know the one… sky-high heels, miniskirts, and a bad attitude to boot.
And I get to deal with her good-looking self all because I thought turning the ranch into a Dude Ranch for entertainment was a good moneymaker.
Keep your money, Miss Fancy Pants.
Unfortunately, somewhere underneath the billion dollars and thick layer of makeup is a girl that makes the alpha in me growl.
Obviously, this woman needs a few nights under the stars—and under me.
Something about her has me acting like a caveman, and she loves it.
This might just be a vacation for her, but if I have my way, she's going to be mine.
Forever.
