Accidentally married. Intentionally cocky. It starts as an interview of a billionaire. I’m out of my element. He notices my scuffed shoes and desperate circumstances. His stare tells me everything. To men like him, I’m nobody. And yet, I’m certain there’s more to him than meets the eye. Everything from his powerful build to his forceful presence wrecks my defenses. Nothing prepares me for the last question he has for me. Will you marry me? I can't get over the way he looks. His body is ripped and hot. I think I’m going crazy. The heat is too much to ignore, and I want to surrender to him. Now I have a question of my own. Am I falling in love?