Flirting with the pilot was mindless fun and so was going home with him. We were meant to be a vacation fling. I had zero idea some blogger was out to ruin his life and mine. Now I’m fired because of some fraternizing policy and my bills are coming due fast. I was stunned when he came back in my life and offered me a way to prove myself. We’d pretend we were dating. And did I mention he’s a trillionaire? We were supposed to be a temporary fix to get me back in my own world. Except being his was the only joy I had these days. He’s sexy, funny, a trillionaire, a little bit of a man child, and he strikes me as someone charming and fixable. Except I don’t form attachments. I’m better on my own. These are the biggest problems right now. 1\. When we’re together I forget who I was. 2\. He's sweet as pie under all his layers. 3\. And I’m quickly getting addicted to him. He was supposed to be a playboy I'd easily forget. It was how he presented himself. Now I was walking a slippery slope that surely ended in disaster. But my world was about to crash in on itself, but you’d never have expected what happened because I absolutely hadn’t.