My billionaire boss didn't offer me a relationship. He offered me a contract.
Six rules. One safeword. An expiry date lifted straight off my HR file.
I've been good my whole life. Good got me out of my hometown. Good got me this job, the colour-coded calendar, the three backup pens.
But good has never once gotten me a single thing I actually wanted.
Kurt Brauer is forty-six, divorced, and the first man who ever asked what I want and then wrote it down to make it official.
Rule one: nothing at the office.
Rule two: I don't stay the night.
Rule three: no holidays. No family. No Christmas.
Rule four: nobody finds out.
Rule five: this ends when the internship does.
Rule six: no feelings.
He tells me what to wear to the company Christmas party. He tells me when I'm allowed to fall apart. He tells me I've been good, in a room with two hundred people in it, and not one of them hears what I hear.
And one by one, we break every single rule he wrote.
Especially the last one.
Six days left on my contract. Two pink lines. And a man who drew up terms specifically so he'd never have to fall in love with me.
Too bad they didn't work.
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My Naughty Daddy is a standalone forbidden age gap Christmas romance with a silver-fox CEO who negotiates his own heart into a corner, a curvy virgin heroine who finally gives into her naughty side, an arrangement neither of them survives, and a surprise pregnancy on the wrong side of New Year's. Standalone HEA. No cheating. No cliffhanger.
Genre: General Fiction
Six rules. One safeword. An expiry date lifted straight off my HR file.
I've been good my whole life. Good got me out of my hometown. Good got me this job, the colour-coded calendar, the three backup pens.
But good has never once gotten me a single thing I actually wanted.
Kurt Brauer is forty-six, divorced, and the first man who ever asked what I want and then wrote it down to make it official.
Rule one: nothing at the office.
Rule two: I don't stay the night.
Rule three: no holidays. No family. No Christmas.
Rule four: nobody finds out.
Rule five: this ends when the internship does.
Rule six: no feelings.
He tells me what to wear to the company Christmas party. He tells me when I'm allowed to fall apart. He tells me I've been good, in a room with two hundred people in it, and not one of them hears what I hear.
And one by one, we break every single rule he wrote.
Especially the last one.
Six days left on my contract. Two pink lines. And a man who drew up terms specifically so he'd never have to fall in love with me.
Too bad they didn't work.
—
My Naughty Daddy is a standalone forbidden age gap Christmas romance with a silver-fox CEO who negotiates his own heart into a corner, a curvy virgin heroine who finally gives into her naughty side, an arrangement neither of them survives, and a surprise pregnancy on the wrong side of New Year's. Standalone HEA. No cheating. No cliffhanger.
Genre: General Fiction