At Twin Oaks Nation Club, there are the fortunate ones, and there are the rest of us: the waiters, the caddies, the valets, and in my case, the cabana young ladies. Most days, I’m poolside inside a pleated skirt, dishing out margaritas to tycoons and titans. It isn’t exactly my desire job, nonetheless it does include one perk

James Ashwood.

He’s my metallic lining inside a custom black fit.

Besides being a legacy member on the golf club, he’s a technology mogul and Austin’s most eligible bachelor. Oh, and the ones about The Fortunate Ones dimples? Yeah, they make my abdomen dip too.

On good days, I capture his smooth Porsche winding down the tree-lined drive. On better times, I grab a glance of his handsome profile as we move in the hall. And on the very best day time, I discover him alone on the bar, searching for company.

Come have a chair.

Those four small words set me down a path I by no means could possess imagined. Personal planes, penthouse suites, and temptations around every corner make it difficult to keep my distance. His world seems decadent and crazy but overindulgence includes a price. Every kiss comes with strings. Every erotic encounter is usually a promise I’m not ready to keep.

ONCE I pump the brakes, he hits the gas. Adam doesn’t want to go slow he wants a commitment.

And finished . about the fortunate ones?

They’re used to getting what they need.