Hardworking Australian nurse Ben Adams inherits a substantial sum and decides to tour Europe. In Monaco, the home of glamour and the idle rich, he meets French billionaire playboy Léo Artois. After getting off on the wrong foot—as happens when one accuses a stranger of being part of the Albanian mafia—their attraction blazes. Léo, born to the top tier of society, has never known limits, and Ben, used to budgeting every cent, finds it difficult to adjust to not only Léo’s world, but also the changes wealth brings to his own life.
As they make allowances for each other’s foibles, Ben gradually appreciates the finer things, and Léo widens his perspective. They both know one thing: this is not a typical holiday romance, and they’re not ready to say goodbye.
first “official” date, the day after they meet:
said quickly. “I haven’t tried the restaurant yet, but I saw the menu and it
that made Ben’s stomach feel funny, and in short order they were at the mostly
open-air restaurant on the roof level, greeted effusively by a man who seated
them at what Ben was sure was the best table in the place, shaded yet with an
uninterrupted view of the Mediterranean.
stupidly nervous, Ben would have soaked it up.
them, replaced by an eager waiter who asked what they wanted to drink. Léo shot
Ben a wicked glance, his lips curving, and Ben’s face went hot.
told the waiter. “Then perhaps wine later.” The man left, and Ben smiled
gratefully at Léo.
“And thank you for being so good about last night. I know I made a bit of a
fool of myself.”
gallantly. “You were charming.”
“I wouldn’t have called it that, but hey, your description sounds better than
mine. Anyway, I drank too much of that incredible champagne, and you were
really nice. So thanks.”
warm and approving. “I’m glad you enjoyed the champagne, and it was my pleasure
to spend the evening with you. We would not be here now otherwise.”
again, and he buried it in his menu. He felt awkward, even more than usual, and
desperately wanted the loosening effects of alcohol. Maybe he should have
ordered a drink, after all, but he didn’t want Léo to think he was a lush.
on, Ben. You don’t need alcohol to talk to the billionaire playboy son of a