In my defense, I hadn’t planned on having anything to do with Hunter Whittington again.
So what if his jaw can cut glass, his gaze is piercing and he has a body that haunted my dreams.
Our values are contradictory.
Our principles are contrasting.
Our upbringing couldn’t be more different.
He’s the entitled Oxbridge educated billionaire on track to become the leader of the country.
I’m the daughter of a shopkeeper, who by sheer determination rose to become a PR specialist.
We hated each other on sight.
Couldn’t spend time in the same room without getting into a fight.
Until we find ourselves double-booked…
…in the same house over Christmas.
What’s worse there’s only one bedroom.
And a snowstorm brewing outside.
Then the electricity goes out…
Only the chemistry between us takes off.
Unable to keep our hands off each other we make a pact…
…to spend one night together.
We wouldn’t speak about it afterwards.
Not to each other, not to the world.
We’d pretend it never happened.
Except for the pink line across the test in my hand…
Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Boss – Employee, forbidden romance, one night stand, growly tattooed hero, strong female lead
