One wild night. One shocking client reveal. One fake engagement—and feelings that won’t stay fake.
Our one night together was reckless, addictive, and never to see him again.
Until I meet my new client the next morning.
Guess whose green eyes are looking into mine…
Samuel Grant is the kind of man a smart woman steers clear of—rich, tattooed, and infuriatingly self-possessed.
He looks at me like I’m the sweetest disaster he’s ever tasted.
I hate how much I want him to taste me again.
Now I spend my days in his penthouse office, drowning in spreadsheets, tension, and him. He stands so close. I feel his breath on my skin. Touches my waist like he’s memorizing it for later.
When charges of ‘conflict of interest’ are made, he answers we’re fake-engaged for ‘damage control.’
But the cameras can’t tell the difference between real and pretend… and I can’t either.
Between the staged kisses, the late nights, and the heat he never apologizes for, I fall for him.
And falling for Samuel might cost me more than my career—
it might cost me the one thing I never meant to risk.
My heart.
