I’ve made a good life in Pasadena, put myself through beauty school, got a position at an exclusive salon. I’ve dated off and on, both men and women. Never got serious, though. That’s not in the cards for me.
Am I here to snag a billionaire?
Damned right, I am.
Did I come here to fall in love?
God, no.
Do I need access to billions?
I do.
I fucking do.
Sebastian fucking Tate.
He may not know it yet, but he’s in love with Emily.
As for me?
I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. That was the plan. Get in, get what I need, get out. No distractions. No heartstrings. Just strategy and timing and a flawless execution.
But here I am.
Walking into the mansion and feeling…
Shit I never wanted to feel.
And the kicker?
I’m feeling it for someone who’s in love with someone else.
This was supposed to be simple.
Charm a billionaire. Keep him close enough to manipulate, far away enough not to feel anything.
I keep telling myself it’s not real. That it’s part of the game, just adrenaline and proximity and the heat of pretending.
Feelings lie.
Affection is a liability.
Love—if that’s even what this is—will wreck everything I’ve worked for.
And still…
I can’t stop thinking of how his mouth feels on mine.
How he feels inside me.
How I ache in places I thought I’d buried long ago.
Only one thing to do.
Stay far away from Sebastian Tate.
But how the hell am I supposed to do that when we’re living in the same mansion?
