Prescott Beckham always got what he wanted … with one exception.

Ten years ago I was nothing but a highly functioning brain to the gorgeous Prescott Beckham. We were classmates at Crestview Academy and all he saw in me was a way to get his homework done.
Now? He’s Manhattan’s wealthiest bachelor and is relentless in his pursuit of me.
The stubborn man refuses to take no for an answer.
Just because everyone else falls for his easy charm and smokin’ hot looks, he thinks I will too.
I have some important information for Mr. Beckham.
I am immune to his so-called magnetism. Completely and totally.
Maybe if I keep repeating that mantra, I’ll believe it.
Because I’ve changed. I am not the same person I was ten years ago.
If he wants to keep this up, I only have one thing to say to that.
Bring it on.
And God help me.