Marrying my alphahole boss to save his skin? Sure. Why not? Its not like my life is normal anyway.
As the head of a third generation multi-billion-dollar empire, Greyson Hart is infuriatingly demanding, colder than an iceberg, and has the emotional range of a teaspoon. The fact that he looks like a dark-haired Adonis is proof that god has a twisted sense of humor and wants me to be miserable.
Ive spent twenty-one months, fifteen days, seven hours, and forty-nine excruciating minutes as the Emerald Bay Titans personal assistant (but whos counting?). When I finally quit, it feels like Ive escaped my own personal hell. Just when I think Im free, Greyson is accused of embezzlement, and while he might be the last person I want to help, I know hed never betray his familys empire. So I start searching for answers.
Word to the wise? If you go digging through closets hunting for secrets, you dont get to pick which skeleton falls out. I might not believe the allegations, but the man has more secrets than the Vatican, and I unearth the wrong one.
The only suggestion Greyson has to fix all of this is to get married. As if this charade isnt complicated enough, the possessive edge to his voice when he says my wife turns my mind to putty.
Now its my heart thats in serious danger.
Will marrying Greyson save their family empire, or will his past destroy us both?
