She’s rich, untouched, and promised to a billionaire who could destroy me with a phone call. I’m just her tennis coach. Hired help. I told myself I’d keep my distance. That I wouldn’t touch her. I’d do my job, collect my paycheck, and leave. But Cassandra isn’t meant for a man like Arthur. She’s sweet. Untouched. Curious. And when she asks me to teach her how to please a man? Keeping my distance is no longer an option. I try to be gentle. Guide her through it. Teach her everything. But the second I take her, my future becomes clear. She thinks I can let her marry another man after this? Over my dead body.