She’s a spoiled little princess type.

You know the one… sky-high heels, miniskirts, and a bad attitude to boot.

And I get to deal with her good-looking self all because I thought turning the ranch into a Dude Ranch for entertainment was a good moneymaker.

Keep your money, Miss Fancy Pants.

Unfortunately, somewhere underneath the billion dollars and thick layer of makeup is a girl that makes the alpha in me growl. Obviously, this woman needs a few nights under the stars—and under me.

Something about her has me acting like a caveman, and she loves it.

This might just be a vacation for her, but if I have my way, she’s going to be mine.

Forever.