Overview

What do you do when the hottest and richest woman in town asks you out?
Run, apparently.

NADIA
No one has seen more billionaire-matchmaking carnage than Nadia Gaines, receptionist to the most expensive office around. If it's not some old (and married) guy trying to impress her with diamonds and trips to paradise, then it's...
Well, it's Eva Warren, an old-money heiress whose tabloid exploits are as sordid as they are really, really gay.
Nadia is no stranger to lesbian lust. But no matter how much she wants to give in to Eva's seduction, one mantra lurks in the back of her mind: Never date a billionaire!
Until the one night she does give in, anyway. Then everything goes to hell.

EVA
Life as a billionaire heiress isn't all sunshine and kitty whiskers, especially if that heiress is Eva Warren. She's managed to shake off tabloid gossip that's ruined more than one woman's life, but she'll never be able to shake the two things she wants most: to work for her family's business, and to date every beautiful woman she meets.
Curvy Nadia isn't like the others, however. Even though the mutual attraction exists, for some reason she keeps shooting down Eva's advances. Until Eva finally gets Nadia right where she wants her...
So begins one of the hottest games of hard to get to ever befall womankind. High society might not survive it.

-EXCERPT-
Nadia glanced at her. "Do you actually like me? Or do you flirt with me because you flirt with everyone who pings your radar?"
Maybe it was the words. Maybe it was the tone. Either way, Eva snorted incredulously. "I would never flirt with a woman I wouldn't want to take things to the next level with."
The words were out of Nadia's mouth before she could check them. "I was hoping you would say that."
"Uh huh. So she does like me." Eva may be crossing every limb she had, but her casual posture was more than inviting. "Why are you always playing hard to get, then?"
"What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart. I want a woman to work to have a piece of this."
Eva's eyes went up, then down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Face. Chest. Hips. Rear. What piece was she thinking of taking? Even Nadia was impressed that she had said something like that. It's like admitting I want her too. Her lips twitched. Suddenly, poor Nadia was hyper aware of her body and what it looked like. Oh, God, Eva couldn't see the cellulite, could she? That didn't show up through a dress, right? Or the fact her chest wasn't as perky without a bra as it used to be? Would someone like Eva care about that? In Nadia's experience, hungry women like Eva fell into two categories: those who loved every part of every woman's body, and those who could make a girl cry with one mean comment.

"Time to cut the crap." Whoa.