People fear me. People bow to me. I'm used to being recognized everywhere I go.
When she literally ran into me—inside my own house—it was clear she had no clue who I was.
I expected that to piss me off.
It did the opposite.
I'd only meant to play with her a little, flirt a bit... tease. This was my home turf, after all; getting her alone would be easy. I can have any woman I smile at, why should she be different?
Then she learned I was a billionaire. That I was the brother to the groom for the wedding she was in charge of planning on my estate. The risk of losing her job was too much for her; she changed gears, became all business.
She thinks she can resist my charms?
It's too late. I want her... and I always get what I want.