It all starts as pretend.
To everyone else, Hunter is the most powerful man in New York. Respected by his associates and feared by his competitors.
But to me? He's just my best friend. my sexy-as-hell best friend.
It was easy to agree to help him fake a romance.
After all, who knows him like I do? Convincing his tight-knit family takes a little more: An unexpected kiss that makes my skin sizzle, my knees go weak.
Before I know it, our banter turns to flirting and Hunter's hell-bent on charming me. On our first night together, we barely keep our hands off each other. Our second night together is intense and alluring and it lights me on fire.
How can I pretend I'm not falling for real?