Nairobi In route to address a room filled with college-bound seniors my car dies. Pressed for time, I’m forced to do something I avoid like rule-breakers — public transportation. I hate subways and crowded buses; I evade them like men below my pay grade. Rule #5. I’ve sworn off the male population, because of my limited experience with them. If they knew my secret, I’d become a conquest. Twenty-eight years old, and no man has popped my cork, at least what Zaire, my sister, calls it. Despite my sexual reservations, crowded buses made me claustrophobic. I can’t help noticing how handsome the bus driver, Theo Jameson, is. A green-eyed, square-jawed stunner captivates me at once. Theo's charm and good looks are a consolation for a crappy day. Against my better judgment, agree to go out with him. Set for an evening of cheap dining, I’m struck speechless when Theo invites me to one of D.C.’s choicest restaurants. Dressed to the nines, not what I expected. Theo looks powerful in control. Like he made important business decisions like the CEO of a multi-million-dollar company, it made little sense to me considering he drove a bus for a living. His story seemed murky and left me puzzled certain there is more to Theo Jameson than meets the eye. Theo I believe it’s better to show than tell and let Nairobi think what she wants about me. Her mind made up already, although I don’t hide my lifestyle from her. I’m referred to as, Prince of the City, by my closest friends. I don’t mind the title and not far away from who I am. My heart is massive, and so is my bank account. Nairobi has placed me in the friends without benefits category, but I’m not okay with it. I could tell her I’m worth billions but know to win her heart; I first must gain her trust.