My Big, Fat, Hot Billionaire Enemy
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Catto Love
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Rule #1 of saving your company: Don't get distracted by the corporate raider's devastating smile.
Rule #2: Don't let business negotiations turn into late-night confessions and stolen kisses.
My first meeting with Christopher Blackwell, the gorgeous corporate shark determined to swallow my family's company whole, was a masterclass in disaster.
Think: tech expo, rogue robot dogs, ripped designer trousers (his, thankfully, though not my fault, really!), and me somehow getting a meeting anyway, with the caveat: "You’ll have to be very, very convincing to make me change my mind about taking exactly what I want.”
Dealing with Christopher is like playing a very seductive, very dangerous game of chess. He's shrewd, calculating, and hotter than hell. He knows more about my company's financials than I do, thanks to family secrets I'm only just uncovering. Worse, the purely physical reaction he provokes is getting harder to ignore, particularly how my lungs seem to forget their primary function the second his eyes meet mine.
Christopher's insights are undeniable, but his tactics and arrogance are infuriating... when he takes me out to dinner and presents a confusingly compelling offer that might not actually destroy my family's company, I don't know whether it's a secret power play or temporary insanity induced by stress and champagne. My best friend Ava thinks I'm losing my mind (and maybe she's right about my judgment being clouded because he's hot).
He’s the enemy I’m supposed to hate, the competitor I need to beat...
So why does working with him feel less like war and more like surrender... and why does part of me crave it?
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