<p><strong>The good news: I didn’t sleep with him. </strong></p><p><strong>The bad news: I didn’t sleep with him.</strong></p><br /><p>Aaron Patterson. </p><p>The wealthiest man in NYC. Devil in a three-piece suit.</p><p>The alpha of all alphas.</p><p>The first time I met him he turned my knees to jelly with the way he looked at me.</p><p>The next time I see him he’s threatening to take over my family business.</p><p>Are you kidding me? I’m so mad—I could strangle him.</p><p>But I’m a New York girl at the top of my game</p><p>And I’ll be damned if some smug gazillionaire intimidates me.</p><p>To my surprise he offers a solution: </p><p>My company in exchange for an arrangement. </p><p>He needs a fake girlfriend and I fit the bill. </p><p>Okay fine. I’ll pose as his 'loving' girlfriend.</p><p>Anything to stop my nemesis from ruining my legacy.</p><p>The rules are clear.</p><p>#1. No kissing. </p><p>#2. No sex.</p><p>#3. No stealing my business out from under me. </p><p>I’ve got this—I’m 100% not going to be dumb and fall into his sheets. </p><p>But much as my mind says “Hell no” my body decides it doesn’t give a damn. </p><p>His gorgeous eyes. His sizzling hotness.</p><p>Suddenly I can’t keep my mind off of him. </p><p>Or my hands. </p><p>How did I end up in his bedroom?</p><p><strong>I’m in big trouble. </strong></p><p><strong>Falling for him wasn’t part of the deal. </strong></p><p><strong>And all bets are off now.</strong></p>