The downside was that except for his folks and a few close friends, he didn’t know who to trust. People and offers were coming at him from all sides. He was a scientist, not a businessman. He knew squat about negotiating deals and finalizing contracts and all the myriad things that he was suddenly required to know. He needed expert advice and over the past few months had worked on figuring out who he wanted in his camp. What he’d learned during that time was that there were a lot of shallow, greedy people in the world. And unfortunately, it seemed most of them had his phone number.

Most surprising and most hurtful of all, was the realization that Lynda fell into that shallow, greedy category. How, after being together for a year, had he not seen her true character? He’d thought them very compatible, their scientific natures completely in sync. While their relationship might have lacked some physical chemistry, he’d found their shared passion for science quite fulfilling.

He’d learned how wrong he was two months ago at a party thrown by La Fleur Cosmetics in his honor, when he’d found her on her knees, servicing a male model-a discovery which had prompted him to abruptly abandon the festivities. He hadn’t been impressed with the company’s aggressive campaign to lure him their way, and seeing his girlfriend’s lips wrapped around their model’s cock hadn’t endeared them.

He grimaced then swigged his water, suddenly wishing for a beer. Damn. If only he could invent a formula that would erase that visual from his mind. Not that he was heartbroken. No, rather, he’d been totally shocked. And royally pissed-at her for cheating and at himself for not recognizing that she would. And with a pretty-boy model type, no less. That was the last sort of guy he’d ever have expected the very serious Dr. Lynda Maxwell to go for.