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.