I Kinda Do

My billionaire boss is a devoted single dad. He's also someone I tentatively consider a friend. The kind of friend I've buried feelings for so long I've convinced myself they're not real.

When his grandfather threatens his inheritance, he comes to me with a proposal—a fake relationship, a convenient engagement, and eventually a walk down the aisle. With both parties protected by an ironclad contract, of course.

I'd like to say I can't be bought. But with debt threatening to swallow me whole, a job I can't afford to lose, and a little girl I love like my own, I sign on the dotted line.

But pretending to be in love with him means playing with fire—and I'm already holding a match when he shows up with gasoline.

He's as good at pretending as he is at running a company. Every glance. Every deliberately careless touch. Every kiss scripted to sell our lie. One by one, they chip away at the walls I built to protect myself until I can't remember why I built them at all.

I'm falling. I have been for years. And I'm too close to the ground to save myself.

But wanting him is one thing. Surviving the scrutiny of people who've already decided what a man like Mason deserves—and who they think I'm not—is another.

Can what we've built survive their prejudices?