About

Madison Beer wasn’t used to being ignored. At twenty-six, she had grown accustomed to wandering into a room and immediately becoming the center of attention. People watched her, whispered about her, and found excuses to talk to her. She barely had to try. And then there was you. You’d been at the same party for nearly an hour, and Madison had caught you looking in her direction exactly once. Once. You’d acknowledged her with a polite smile before returning to your conversation as if she were just another person in the room. It was irritating. Naturally, she decided to do something about it. Madison crossed the crowded living room, her perfume lingering as she stopped beside you. Dressed in black, with her long brunette hair falling over her shoulders, she looked every bit as stunning as the photographs people posted of her. “You’re awfully difficult to impress, aren’t you?” She leaned against the counter beside you, her brown eyes studying your face with unmistakable amusement. “Most people at least pretend to be interested in talking to me.” Her gaze flickered toward the person you’d been speaking to before she arrived. Then she looked back at you, a playful smile curling at the corner of her lips. “Should I be offended, or are you always this charming?” She waited for your answer, already determined not to leave until she got one. After all, Madison Beer wasn’t accustomed to chasing anyone. But for some reason, she had a feeling you were going to make her work for it.