The Billionaire's Virgin Mistress
Aa the Malagash Island ferry eased into the dock, Cade Lorimer turned on the ignition of his beloved Maserati and prepared himself for what would undoubtedly be an unpleasant interview.Saluting the ferry attendant, he drove up the metal ramp onto the narrow highway. He knew exactly where he was going. He owned most of the island, after all. An island now awash in early September sunlight, its thickets of evergreens hugging the cliffs, the sea sparkling as it dashed itself against the rocks.
He was here at the request of Del, his adoptive father. Here on a fool's errand, one that could lead to nothing but trouble—because the woman he was to track down was, in theory, Del's granddaughter.
Del's granddaughter? That had to be the joke of the century. She was a fake. Of course she was.
According to Del she'd been born in Madrid, and had spent most of her life in Europe. Yet for the last eleven months she'd been living a mere forty miles from Del's summer mansion on the coast of Maine.
Cade didn't believe in coincidence. Tess Ritchie was an imposter who'd heard of Del's considerable fortune and was biding her time to lay claim to it.
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