Baking cakes, fake-dating, and becoming roommates with my grumpy rich boss was never part of the plan.
When my landlord kicks me out of my apartment, my dreams of making it as a chef are ruined—until my cocky, iron-fisted boss offers me his luxury penthouse kitchen.
The price? He’s my new roommate. Now I’m living with Luke Abbot, fake-dating him so he’s a “family man” to his investors.
How bad can it be? Well, he just walked out of the shower all wet, naked, and gorgeous without a towel...
And now he’s rolling up his sleeves and cracking eggs as my sous-chef. What’s worse is how he takes care of me when I get hurt and cares for me like I'm the only one.
But is this all to butter me up for his business deal? Or has my stone-faced grump stopped faking it without telling me...