Who wants a billionaire bachelor? Every single woman—and a few not-so-single ones.

That’s why I avoid flings, relationships, or hookups.
Until I’m propositioned to pretend to sleep with a woman.
Pretend? As if.
Because one look at the fiery redhead and there’s no faking it. I’m all in … her.
Except she sneaks off after and I’m left with only her first name and panties.
Turns out, finding her is the easy part. Making her mine?
Impossible, once I discover she’s my student.