I was hired to audit his empire. Not fall for the man who runs it.
Troy Hunter is six-foot-three of arrogance, old money, and a smile that should come with a warning label.
My mother’s hospital bills don’t care about my pride.
His boardroom doesn’t care about my feelings.
When his ex threatens everything, he needs a fiancée. I need the paycheck.
Fake engagement. Real attraction. Very real consequences.
He looks at me like I’m either his biggest problem or his best decision.
The performance stopped being a performance three days ago.
Neither of us has said it out loud.
We just keep rehearsing lines we both know are real.