“Tell me, Miss Hale...
Can you work for the man who knows what you taste like?”
That's the first thing my new client says to me.
In my defense, I had no idea my one-night mistake was Sebastian King.
Hot. Older. Billionaire heir.
Owner of a very expensive corner office and a very DIRTY mouth.
And, apparently, my new boss. FML.
Now I have twenty-one days to save his family's billion-dollar empire.
If I fail, my PR firm goes down with it.
No pressure. Just my entire career riding on the one man I've already seen naked.
Things I know about the notorious Mr. King:
He takes his coffee black.
He hates being told no.
And he remembers every sound I made in his bed.
I'm handling it. Mostly.
Until a board member makes a crack about my weight in front of the entire room, and Sebastian calmly tells him to apologize. Then resign.
Well. Sh*t. Apparently, ruthless billionaires going feral over my curves is my new weakness.
Then a pregnancy test stares at me dead in the face: Two pink lines.
And the forty-three-year-old billionaire who swore he'd never have a family...
Just got me pregnant.
