Fake engagement. Real chemistry. Zero chance of staying professional.
I told off a billionaire in his own lobby. Then I accidentally became his assistant. Now he wants me to fake an engagement.
Ethan Brandt is cold, calculating, and annoyingly gorgeous—the kind of man who doesn’t ask, he commands.
Here’s the deal: I pretend to be his fiancée for thirty days. He gets his inheritance. I get my paycheck.
No feelings. No strings. No problem.
Easy.
What could possibly go wrong?
Except every glance sizzles, every touch blurs the lines, and pretending we’re in love starts to feel dangerously real.
Now the only thing more complicated than our fake relationship… is what happens when it’s time to end it.
Tropes:
- Billionaire CEO with a grudge (and a heart he swears he doesn’t have)
- Sassy assistant who won’t take orders—or keep her distance
- From scraping by to penthouse views—and wait, they’re sharing a bed? What?!
- “Who’s Grumpy Now?” banter
- Fake fiancée, real chemistry
- Slow burn meets explosive payoff
Standalone steamy romance. Guaranteed HEA.
