His Girl by Bella B. Wilde

Eric
When I see her getting hit on by some creep in the bar, I can’t just stand by and watch.
I’ve been eyeing those curves all night, and now this guy is trying to steal my prize?
Not gonna happen, buddy. She’s mine.
I’m already breaking all my rules by just thinking about her, wanting her, needing her.
He quickly backs off when I lie that she’s my girl — but I won’t be backing off until that lie becomes real.

Jessa
He might have rescued me from the jerk with the cheap cologne, but that doesn’t mean I owe him anything.
Rich guys like him think they can just sweet talk any girl they want into bed.
But I’m not just any girl, and I’m certainly not his.
I made a promise to myself when I started this job — no sleeping with the customers.
I don’t intend to break that promise, no matter what my heart tells me.