Tempted By The Billionaire Next Door
Could the man who’s off limits be her Mr Right?Jessica Steyn is undeniably attracted to her delicious new neighbour, Dylan Nel, but he’s also her best friend’s brother! Overcoming their complicated situation seems impossible, but could the answer to their problems be just next door?
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Heâs the one man whoâs off-limits...
But could he be her Mr. Right?
When Jessica Steyn learns her delicious new neighbor is actually her best friendâs brother, billionaire bad boy Dylan Nel, sheâs torn. After all, sheâs just become his sisterâs surrogate! Acting on their attraction would complicate things, but theyâre soon growing closer. Overcoming Dylanâs troubled family historyâand Jessicaâs pregnancyâseems impossible, but could the answer to their heartaches be just next door?
THERESE BEHARRIE has always been thrilled by romance. Her love of reading established thisâand now she gets to write happy-ever-afters for a living, and about all things romance in her blog at theresebeharrie.com. She married a man who constantly exceeds her romantic expectations and is an infinite source of inspiration for her romantic heroes. She lives in Cape Town, South Africa, and is still amazed that her dream of being a romance author is a reality.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07762-0
TEMPTED BY THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR
© 2018 Therese Beharrie
Published in Great Britain 2018
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For Grant, my best friend.
And Jenny, for taking the squirming, questing and searching journey of friendship with me.
I canât imagine doing this without you.
Contents
JESSICA STEYN HADNâT deliberately sought out the half-naked man whoâd entertained her over the last week. But she couldnât deny that watching him had fast become her new favourite hobby.
She watched as he bent over to pick up another stack of logsâwatched as the muscles of his naked back rippled, the lightest sheen of sweat defining them even moreâand conceded that it was definitely top-notch entertainment.
Guilt poked at her, but she ignored it. It wasnât her fault that he wasnât wearing a shirt. Nor was it her fault that heâd made a routine of cutting up the trees in his yard. Every day at noon he emerged from the houseâwearing an old T-shirt that inevitably got tossed aside about five minutes into his taskâand hacked the trunks heâd cut down the day before into logs. He then placed them in a pile, before carrying them over to an enclosed area where heâd set them down and start all over again.
So, ever since sheâd noticed there was a routine, every day at noon she would settle in front of the window that overlooked his property to enjoy the show.
Thank goodness sheâd discovered him, she thought as he gulped down a bottle of water. Water that dribbled over his chin, creating an enticing path down the column of his throat, between his pecs and the impressive ridges of his abs. Her heart rate immediately skyrocketed, and she thought that maybe
