Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

His whole vibe screamed intense sexual charisma. Even if he weren't loaded, women would still be lining up for a chance at a fling with him. But with his wealth? It was a no-brainer.

A stunning caddy stepped up to hand him a towel. As Everett reached out, she let her fingernail graze his palm, making her intentions crystal clear.

To her shock, Everett tossed the towel back, saying, "Get someone else to do this."

The caddy went pale, stammering, "Mr. Bennett, did I... do something wrong?" She looked like a lost puppy.

Everett, unflinching, replied icily, "It's dirty."

His blunt rejection crushed her, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why are you still here?" Jaime walked over. Unable to ignore her tears, he gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't take it personally. The only things he's got going for him are his looks and his wallet. His personality? Not so much. Plus, he's married. Me, though? I'm single and ready to mingle. You'd have more fun flirting with me, I promise..."

Hearing this, the caddy stopped crying and quickly bolted. Everyone knew Jaime was a notorious playboy; she wasn't about to become another notch on his bedpost.

Jaime chuckled in defeat, grumbling to Everett, "I was just trying to be nice, and she blew me off? Even in the looks department, I hold my own against you!"

Everett, unfazed, walked over to the lounge area, cracked open a bottle of mineral water, and took a long drink, looking effortlessly cool under the sun.

Jaime decided to change the subject. He teased, "You've really pulled out all the stops to get Selena to come back home and play the perfect Mrs. Bennett. That land you gave away? I was eyeing it myself." Everett shrugged, hands in his pockets, gazing off into the distance. "If money can solve it, it's not a problem."

Money was one thing Everett had in spades.

Jaime, sipping his champagne, said enviously, "Your wife is going to be moon. Tonight, she'll

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probably be waiting for you in bed,

Pup."

Everett didn't respond, but images of Selena's past playful seductions filled his mind, making him anticipate her reaction to his grand gesture.

Jaime, eager for some credit, said,

"See, my plan was solid, right? I

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knew just how to hit her weak spot Everett, you gave her uncle that valuable land. I'm not asking for much, just that latest limited edition sports car. How about it?"

He playfully clung to Everett's arm, acting like a spoiled kid.

Everett, unimpressed, pulled away and said, "Your plan was mediocre. What mattered was who was executing it."

Which meant it was his own savvy maneuvers that did the trick, not Jaime's input.

Jaime was baffled. "What the heck?"

"Let's move," Everett urged, and with that, he strolled off with a laid-back swagger.

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Jaime, still annoyed, flipped him the bird behind his back. "You're

impossible! A total jerk for using and discarding me. Don't come crying to me next time!"

As Everett drove back to Moon Bay, his thoughts wandered to Selena's past playful antics. Just the thought of her made his skin tingle.

What would she be wearing tonight? A sexy nightgown or perhaps something a little more playful?