Last night I spent with a stranger who made me forget my own name. This morning, he's my new boss. ...And in 12 weeks, he'll find out I'm pregnant with his baby.
Last night I let a stranger pin me against a bathroom wall until I couldn't breathe.. Now? That stranger is Troy Gunner--billionaire, bastard, and my new boss.
"Ms. Durall." The way he says my name tells me he remembers everything. "Welcome to Gunner Industries."
I need this job. My writing career is dead, my stalker ex won't leave me alone, and my bank account is bleeding out. So I'll pretend last night never happened. Pretend my body doesn't burn when he stands too close during meetings. Pretend I don't feel his eyes on me every time I bend over the filing cabinet.
But Troy doesn't play pretend.
"My office. Now." Three words that always end the same way--with my skirt hiked up and his hand over my mouth. We're playing with fire. His father is one scandal away from cutting him off completely. Every locked door, every "working dinner," every lie is another step toward disaster.
"Just physical," he growls against my throat. "Just temporary." "I hate you," I whisper back. Both lies.
Then everything implodes: His ex resurfaces with threats. My stalker escalates from letters to breaking into my apartment. His father demands Troy marry someone "suitable" or lose everything.
And me? I'm hiding morning sickness during board meetings. Concealing a growing belly under designer blazers. Carrying the secret that will destroy us both.
12 weeks. That's how long I've hidden our baby. Today he's summoned me for a "performance review." But when I walk into his office, he's holding something that makes my blood freeze: My prenatal vitamins.
"Sit down, Monica. We need to discuss your... condition."
