I slept with a stranger in paradise and now he's my billionaire client.
I had three rules: Don't trust anyone, don't stay too long, never fall for a billionaire.
Then I dumped champagne on him.
One anonymous night. No names. No promises. Just heat and the kind of bad decisions that leave bruises you don't want to hide.
Two months later, he walks into my office.
Turns out the stranger I can't stop texting owns half of New York. And wants me—his architect—working late. Very late.
Now we're forced together. Every meeting. Every hotel site. Every moment he looks at me like I'm the only blueprint that matters.
He's protective. Possessive. Making me want to stay when staying has always been dangerous.
Then my past catches up.
Someone thinks I belong to them. Someone who watched. Who waited. Who planned.
And the billionaire I broke all my rules for? He'll burn the world down to bring me home.
