His Fake Girlfriend

The good news: I didn’t sleep with him. The bad news: I didn’t 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, he’s threatening to take over my family business. Are you kidding me? I’m so mad—I could strangle him. But I’m a New York girl at the top of my game, and I’ll 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. I’ll 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.  I’ve got this—I’m 100% not going to be dumb and fall into his sheets. But much as my mind says “Hell no,” my body decides it doesn’t give a damn. His gorgeous eyes. His sizzling hotness. Suddenly, I can’t keep my mind off of him. Or my hands. How did I end up in his bedroom? I’m in big trouble. Falling for him wasn’t part of the deal. And all bets are off now.