He fired me the morning after. Now I’m the only one who can save his reputation. Two years ago, Carter Westbrook and I had one unforgettable night—and an even more unforgettable fallout. He cut me off and cut me loose, all to protect his precious brand. Now that brand is on fire. A viral scandal threatens the Westbrook name, and guess who’s been called in to clean it up? Me. He’s still infuriating. Still gorgeous. Still everything I should stay far, far away from. But we’re stuck together in boardrooms and late-night strategy sessions, where the tension sizzles and the past refuses to stay buried. Fixing his image is one thing. Surviving the way he looks at me like I’m already his again? That’s a whole different crisis. This time, I’m not just managing a scandal. I’m playing with fire. And Carter Westbrook? He doesn’t lose what he wants. Not twice.