I Do (Marriage of Convenience Romance)

“Now, I’d like you to use that head a little more.”

“Sir?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

He didn’t make any gesture, but the way that he said the words, and something about his posture drew her eyes to his crotch. When her eyes shot back up to meet his, he raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Come on, we haven’t got all day, Miss Sewell.”

An instant later she was on her knees, working the clasp on his slacks and pulling at the zipper.

He gave me his company.

I was just supposed to be his tax haven.

Pretending to run a huge company is hard. It's even harder when your boss is a self-absorbed asshole who also happens to be incredibly sexy.

He treats me like garbage, but sometimes he almost seems to like me.

Almost.