He isn’t a consultant.
He’s the CEO.
He’s undercover.
And he’s using our office as bait to catch a mole.
I just don’t know that yet.
All I know is the new guy in cheap hoodies and a borrowed title has been assigned to me—the employee who fixes everything, stays late, and gets overlooked anyway.
I train him.
Cover for him.
Let him shadow the parts of the job no one else notices I’m already doing.
He watches too closely and asks too many questions.
Keeps me near under the excuse of “training.”
Elevators turn into interrogations.
Conference rooms feel like battlefields.
Every glance lingers like he’s searching for something under my skin.
He’s off-limits in every way that matters.
I want him anyway.
One brutal week of audits and late nights shatters my last rule.
One reckless night in my apartment turns suspicion into heat I can’t forget.
Then my body betrays me.
Two pink lines.
No denying it.
Then the truth comes out—and everything we shared becomes evidence.
He isn’t learning the company.
He’s hunting the traitor inside it.
And the person at the center of his investigation is someone I trust with my life.
Now every look between us feels like a lie.
Every question feels like a trap.
Because falling for the man investigating my world might destroy everything I have left.
