Is it rational to hate my billionaire boss because he’s too nice?
Maybe not.
However, it’s definitely rational to apply to become a billionaire stranger’s housewife so I can quit being a personal assistant.
When—in a shocking turn of events—I encounter billionaire scarcity and learn I’ve signed up to become my boss’s wife before Christmas, I backpedal so hard I’m liable to pull something.
Shame indeed my too nice boss picks this moment to blackmail me.
The agreement is simple: I date him; he pays off my crippling debt; I have until the end of November to decide whether or not I’m saying “I do.”
It’s one measly autumn, and then I’m free.
There’s no way Ill fall in love before this contract’s up…
Even if Finnegan Marsh proves to be so much more than nice.
