When I envisioned Zara Logan dropping to her knees in front of me, this wasn’t what I had in mind... I was expecting a lot less glaring and a lot more moaning. Instead, she's proposing an enticing deal that I can't bear to walk away from. To land one of the city’s biggest clients, she wants us to put our differences aside and play fake fiancés for the next thirty days. So, I slip the diamond ring onto her finger and agree to play the perfect fiancé. How hard can this be? A hell of a lot harder than I thought... She’s infuriatingly stubborn and she thinks I’m a cocky jerk with an enormous ego. (She’s right, but I can definitely back it up...) As our long days stretch into even later nights, it’s getting harder to remember we’re only playing pretend, which means one thing. She won’t be faking it for long…

Goldilocks has gotten a bit off track. I found her in my room, my bathroom and my bathtub to be precise. Sabrina Mason is my new roommate. My new unwelcome roommate. Babysitting my Grandma's apartment means Sabrina's here to stay. But we'd agreed my room was off limits. It’s bad enough my nightmares are getting worse, but having her around makes holding it together a little easier. Her smell, smart mouth and sexy a—anyway. I can’t let her get under my skin although it might be too late. In her sloppy bun and pajamas curled up on the couch, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But a relationship isn’t what I need right now. It’s hard to remember that when she’s glowering at me when I’m being an ass. We’re forced to live together for only a few more months, I can hold out until I can’t. She’s in my bathtub and she’s not telling me to leave. So I ask the question, “do you want me to go?” And I’m shocked as hell when her answer isn’t ‘yes’.