Fowler by Kathi S. Barton

Fowler had no desire to take over as king of the dragons, at least not yet, anyway. His grandmother, the former queen, was pressuring him into taking a mate. He didn’t need a mate, and that was that.

Amy hated rich people with a passion. If she wasn’t forced into going into this lunch meeting with the Walshs, she wouldn’t. And she certainly wasn’t going to be forced into eating a hamburger she didn’t order by some handsome, arrogant prick. Enough was enough; she was out of there, and when he grabbed her arm, all bets were off…