My mother's best friend thinks her husband is cheating. My mother thinks I should be the one to prove it.
So they install me — twenty-four, goth, five hundred job applications deep into a design career that hasn't started yet — as Garrett Hale's executive assistant. The real job, the one that isn't on the offer letter, is watch him, catalog his behavior, report back to Claire every week through my mother.
I told him everything on day one.
He hired me anyway.
I rebuilt his calendar, digitized his filing system, and ran his office with a precision that bordered on precognition. Somewhere between the late nights and the way his voice dropped half a register when he was focused, I stopped watching him for Claire and started wanting him for myself.
Claire wanted a spy. She got a double agent.
And you're getting smut.
This story is the opposite POV of My Wife's Goth Spy
The opposite POV of “My Wife’s Goth Spy” where we get Sierra’s side of things instead of Garret’s and then some. This gives the reader the outcome they were likely expecting in the first book.
Also, take a shot every time the author uses the word “architecture” within the 70 page book. (I’m mostly joking about this)