The good news: I didn't sleep with him. 

The bad news: I didn't sleep with him.

Aaron Patterson. 

The wealthiest man in NYC. Devil in a three-piece suit.

The alpha of all alphas.

The first time I met him, he turned my knees to jelly with the way he looked at me.

The next time I see him, he's threatening to take over my family business.

Are you kidding me? I'm so mad—I could strangle him.

But I'm a New York girl at the top of my game,

And I'll be damned if some smug gazillionaire intimidates me.

To my surprise, he offers a solution: 

My company in exchange for an arrangement. 

He needs a fake girlfriend, and I fit the bill. 

Okay, fine. I'll pose as his "loving" girlfriend.

Anything to stop my nemesis from ruining my legacy.

The rules are clear.

#1. No kissing. 

#2. No sex.

#3. No stealing my business out from under me. 

I've got this—I'm 100% not going to be dumb and fall into his sheets. 

But much as my mind says "Hell no," my body decides it doesn't give a damn. 

His gorgeous eyes. His sizzling hotness.

Suddenly, I can't keep my mind off of him. 

Or my hands. 

How did I end up in his bedroom?

I'm in big trouble. 

Falling for him wasn't part of the deal. 

And all bets are off now.