My job is crisis management. Men with billions and scandals are my specialty.
At an awards party in Hollywood, I turned down a streaming billionaire. He didn't forget. Griffin Chase. My worst nightmare. Three weeks later, I'm living in his house to save his reputation. Three months later, photos of us in bed are everywhere. And that's not even my biggest problem.
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NORA. I'm good at my job. Men like Griffin Chase are my egos that need more handling than the scandals they cause. What I didn't plan living in his house. Sharing his breakfast. Feeling his hands on my skin three weeks after I shut him down in front of half of Hollywood. What I planned on even someone taking pictures of us.
GRIFFIN. She wasn't impressed by me. That was new. Three weeks later, she's standing by my pool telling me I have six weeks to save my company from myself. She's going to be my crisis manager. My roommate. The only clear thought I've had since I moved here from New York. I promised her I'd stick to the rules. Right up until the moment I didn't.
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But those photos were no accident. And that's the one problem I can't make go away this time.
If you love forced proximity, hate-to-love tension and smart, bossy heroines who fix other people's scandals for a living, THIS is your next read.