The Fortunate Ones

At Twin Oaks Country Club, there are the fortunate ones, and then there are the rest of us: the waiters, the caddies, the valets, and in my case, the cabana girls. Most days, I'm poolside in a pleated skirt, dishing out margaritas to tycoons and titans. It's not exactly my dream job, but it does come with one perk



James Ashwood.



He's my silver lining in a custom black suit.



Besides being a legacy member at the club, he's a tech mogul and Austin's most eligible bachelor. Oh, and those dimples? Yeah, they make my stomach dip too.



On good days, I catch his sleek Porsche winding down the tree-lined drive. On better days, I steal a glimpse of his handsome profile as we pass in the hall. And on the absolute best day, I find him alone at the bar, looking for company.



Come have a seat.



Those four little words set me down a path I never could have imagined. Private planes, penthouse suites, and temptations around every corner make it impossible to keep my distance. His world feels decadent and wild but overindulgence comes with a cost. Every kiss comes with strings. Every erotic encounter is a promise I'm not ready to keep.



When I pump the brakes, he hits the gas. James doesn't want to go slow he wants a commitment.



And the thing about the fortunate ones?

They're used to getting what they want.