Andrea Jones does not have her life on lock. Her sister treats her flat like a serviced apartment, her cat has gum disease, and now, courtesy of an Uber Eats stakeout, she knows her boyfriend is cheating.

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So. That's fun.

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The last thing she needs is to get stuck in a lift with a stranger who's far too easy to talk to. Especially one with arms like that.

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Not that she noticed.

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But by the time she realizes who she's been talking to, they've already crossed a line they can't uncross. And she's said far too much to a man who never bothered to tell her who he was.

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Oops doesn't cut it. Not when he's just bought the company she works for. Not when he's ruthless enough to cut roles without blinking. And definitely not when he's the kind of man who looks at her like he's still thinking about what they did in her flat.

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One gate-crashed society event later and they're trapped in a lie neither of them can afford to expose. But the longer they pretend, the harder it is to remember why they're supposed to hate each other.

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Because Liam Roth is many things—powerful, completely off-limits—but also unexpectedly kind, inconveniently protective, and far too good at getting under her skin.

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The contract was supposed to make everything simple. It's doing the opposite.

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A fake relationship, a wedding in France, and a man she absolutely should not want?

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Just. Fucking. Perfect.