The Arrangement

The gorgeous CEO of Brewer Air is my boss and, thanks to a bet, my new husband for six months.

Why? Because I begged.

I have a grandmother to support, a stack of bills higher than my five-foot frame, and as a cherry on top, I need to find a new place to live. Soon.

Sure, Jason Brewer's bright green eyes and chiseled jawline steal my breath. His smirk makes me weak. The former military hero's protective nature is as sexy as watching him control a boardroom or fly a plane.

But none of that matters. I'm desperate — not foolish. I know forever-level commitments aren't real. This is simply a business transaction with a billionaire.

It's too bad we didn't consider all contingencies.

Our first kiss was to seal the deal. The second was in front of an Elvis impersonator. The third kiss led to a honeymoon that was so hot it burned into my memory.

I tell myself it's okay because there's an arrangement in place. It's a very enjoyable means to a much-needed end. There's nothing to worry about.

Except there is ...

Jason is determined to prove that we could be more. When he proposes a new arrangement, it changes everything in ways I never saw coming.