It was a deal made in the boardroom and sealed in the bedroom. It all seems so simple: pretend to be his fiancéé, his company share prices stabilize, and everyone wins. It’s all just for show. So why does he keep kissing me? And why do I let him? Grant Devlin is the bane of my existence—not the man of my dreams. But now the lines are getting blurred, and between the kissing and the champagne (and did I mention the kissing?) I’m getting way too comfortable as the future Mrs Devlin. Something’s got to give, and it better not be my self-control…