His Under Contract

I never thought I would end up a housekeeper scrubbing floors. It doesn't matter if the floors are in a million-plus dollar condo, in one of Chicago's most exclusive addresses. I'm still on my hands and knees for the most obnoxious a$$hole I've ever met. The jerk believes his own press as one of the biggest rainmakers in Chicago. Ethan Bishop is sought after in the boardroom and the bedroom. While even his sister thinks he's best taken in small doses, she offers me a job I can't refuse, not if I don't want to go back to my parents with my tail between my legs. I need this job, and it's not like it's forever, just until I'm not on the edge of poverty. Let him be the unrepentant manwhore who didn't do repeats. It's better for him not to be at home, so close that my stupid body goes nuts when I even think of him. It's better this way, because he could never want me. I'm a plus size not a size two model he's used to having. I'm safe, it doesn't matter how badly I want him, he doesn't want me. Does he?