He wrote the rules. I was hired to enforce them. Breaking them was never part of the plan.
Ethan is British, brilliant, and built like temptation in a tailored suit. As CEO of one of Manhattan's most powerful consulting firms, he's made one thing brutally clear-
romance in the office is strictly off-limits
.
After a corporate scandal rocks the company, Ethan creates
The Anti-Romance Manual
-a zero-tolerance policy for workplace flings. No flirtation. No late-night texts. No exceptions.
And he handpicks
me
to help him write it.
I'm the new assistant with a sharp tongue, a past I don't talk about, and a talent for breaking down even the most stubborn men. I thought I could handle working for Mr. No-Fun, No-Flings. But what started as a professional project has become a slow-burn battle of wills we're both losing.
Closed-door meetings. Accidental touches. Late-night confessions.
We crossed the line before we even touched.
When we finally gave in, it wasn't a mistake-it was inevitable.
And now, I'm pregnant. With twins.
Caught between
boardrooms and baby bottles
, Ethan and I are forced to rewrite all the rules we thought we needed. Because the truth is, love doesn't care about company policy-and some connections were never meant to be controlled.