Zero To Sixty (BWWM, Sports, Billionaire) by Tamara Adams

As if!
                  Living in trailer with seven guys wasn't even in the same solar system as her comfort zone.
                  Denise had lost her mom early but other than that, she'd led a somewhat charmed life. Her father had married a wonderful woman by the time Dennie was five. Her stepmother had embraced the young motherless girl and a strong bond had formed. She'd grown up in an affluent suburb with lots of professional, well to do African American families. She'd lived in a beautiful house, taken music and dance lessons, and had all the new clothes, books or toys she wanted. She'd been insulated, protected.
                  She was lucky. She knew it. She was also a bit spoiled and very, very particular about her clothes and surroundings.
                  She'd been in that trailer. It was filthy. She got the shivers just thinking about it.
                  Still laughing, Sasha promised to come over once a week and water her one plant. The daisies Ansel had given her. Then she hung up. It was late on a Friday night and now she had only twenty four hours to decompress and get ready for a three month trip.
                  She took a long hot shower and made a cup of herbal tea, wishing briefly for something stronger.
                  Much, much stronger.
                  Like a mallet.
                  Now there was little to do but pack.
     
     
     
     
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                  Ansel paced back and forth at the airport. He'd arrived yesterday to make sure everything was ready. Now he was waiting for Denise to show up and begin her punishment for proposing that ludicrous plan.
                  He grinned. She was going to change her tune real quick. Once she got to know the real him. She'd want to stay with him then. He'd make sure of it.
                  Her plane had landed twenty minutes ago. Any second now, he'd get to see her. True, she might be ornery about the new arrangement but she'd come around. She had to.
                  He saw her before she saw him.
                  She was wearing those tight jeans that drove him crazy, with her tight leather jacket and a big soft looking wrap around her neck and shoulders. Her hair was pinned back and she had on big ole sunglasses, concealing her eyes. High heeled booties completed the look.
                  She looked stunning.
                  She looked resigned.
                  She looked determined to be professional, hold him at arms length.
                  Not going to happen sweetheart.
                  He waved and she stopped in her tracks, clearly not expecting him to be picking her up at the airport. She started walking again, wheeling a small bag behind her.
                  "Hey."
                  She stared at him, completely inscrutable.
                  "Ansel. I didn't expect to see you here."
                  He smiled and took her roller bag and a shoulder bag from her.
                  "Surprise. Should we wait for your stuff or do you want to get coffee first?"
                  "This is everything. So, coffee."
                  He looked down at her bags. It was enough for a weekend. Not three months.
                  "That's it?"
                  "I figured there wouldn't be much room on the bus."
                  "There's plenty of room. Plus we won't be on the bus the whole time."
                  She shrugged. She seemed… defeated somehow. He frowned. He wanted to prove a point, not make her miserable.
                  "Well, we can always get you whatever you need."
                  "Great."
                  "Come on, the guys have been circling for a while.