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 as 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.