He's the billionaire who owns everything-except her business. She's the enemy he went undercover to destroy-by becoming her employee. And neither of them can leave.
The biggest deal of my career requires one thing: Zoey Smith's bookshop café.
She doesn't know I'm Magnus Sinclair. Doesn't know I inherited my father's ruthless empire along with his final command-prove myself worthy or lose everything. She definitely doesn't know that the "desperate job applicant" she just hired is worth more than her entire block.
All she knows is that I'm terrible at making coffee. And that I can't stop staring at her mouth when she explains the register for the third time.
Going undercover was supposed to be simple. Find her weakness. Exploit it. Take what's mine. Except Zoey isn't just some obstacle to demolish. She's five feet of pure defiance wrapped in curves that make me forget why I walked through her door. Every shift together is torture. Every accidental touch burns. Every laugh makes me hate myself a little more.
But I can't stop. Not when my father's legacy depends on this deal. Not when everything I've built hangs in the balance. And definitely not when I'm this close to having her exactly where I want her.
Only I'm starting to realize that's the problem. Because where I want her has nothing to do with real estate and everything to do with the desk in my office. The one where I imagine her-
This is wrong. She's the enemy. The one person standing between me and everything that matters.
Except she's starting to matter more.
And when Zoey discovers who I really am? When she learns her clumsy employee is the billionaire who's been systematically destroying her life?
She'll understand why I had no choice. Or she'll destroy me right back.
