Don’t move in with your off-limits, grumpy, powerful, handsome boss.
Or agree to be his fake fiancé.
And under no circumstances…bake him any of your delicious cakes.
When my landlord kicks me out of my apartment, my dreams of making it as a chef are ruined—until my cocky, iron-fisted boss offers me his luxury penthouse kitchen.
The price? He’s my new roommate.
Now I’m living with Luke Abbot, fake-dating him so he’s a “family man” to his investors.
How bad can it be? Well, he just walked out of the shower all wet, naked, and gorgeous without a towel
And now he’s rolling up his sleeves and cracking eggs as my sous-chef. What’s worse is how he takes care of me when I get hurt and cares for me like Im the only one.
But is this all to butter me up for his business deal? Or has my stone-faced grump stopped faking it without telling me
