Caela wasn't a 'nice' girl.

As a PI for her father's firm, Caela Hughes had been trained by the best. Now she was the best.
The mystery client wanted to know what Mykos Adamos was up to, and Caela was hired to find out.
She found Mykos – meeting with the notorious Oscar Ruiz

A rich playboy, son of a Greek tycoon, Mykos went from the darling of the paparazzi to the man girls were warned to avoid. What tragedy had turned the playboy into a bad boy? What was he doing, socializing with Saudi princes known for their exotic tastes, or European jet-setters who played in the shadows?

Chemistry cannot be denied.
Caela pushed back against him to give herself enough room to turn around, then leaned back against the car, a teasing smile on her lips. "I'm that memorable, huh?"

Dark eyes settled on her bright green ones, and Mykos wet his lips with his tongue. "I'd say yes, but I already told you that you were memorable.

There's an enemy inside Hughes Investigations

"Da, we need to get this asshat out of our lives and get your business back."
"I agree. But we have to do it carefully. He has powerful friends, and this could end up with us both in prison. I say we play his game on the surface, and build our own case against him," Conal said.
"Okay, so I'll keep the files for the case against him. I have a secure location and a closed system so he won't even know it exists."

What happens when death stalks Caela and those around her, threatening to bring it all tumbling down?