The good news: I didnāt sleep with him.
The bad news: I didnāt sleep with him.
Aaron Patterson.
The wealthiest man in NYC. Devil in a three-piece suit.
The alpha of all alphas.
The first time I met him, he turned my knees to jelly with the way he looked at me.
The next time I see him, heās threatening to take over my family business.
Are you kidding me? Iām so madāI could strangle him.
But Iām a New York girl at the top of my game,
And Iāll be damned if some smug gazillionaire intimidates me.
To my surprise, he offers a solution:
My company in exchange for an arrangement.
He needs a fake girlfriend, and I fit the bill.
Okay, fine. Iāll pose as his "loving" girlfriend.
Anything to stop my nemesis from ruining my legacy.
The rules are clear.
#1. No kissing.
#2. No sex.
#3. No stealing my business out from under me.
Iāve got thisāIām 100% not going to be dumb and fall into his sheets.
But much as my mind says āHell no,ā my body decides it doesnāt give a damn.
His gorgeous eyes. His sizzling hotness.
Suddenly, I canāt keep my mind off of him.
Or my hands.
How did I end up in his bedroom?
Iām in big trouble.
Falling for him wasnāt part of the deal.
And all bets are off now.