Peccy Noi

BLURB You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangerously close to something else. Something I refuse to admit even to myself. When I stumbled onto that security footage, when I heard the guard's plan to take everything from Julian and bury him six feet under, I had a choice to make. Walk away and let karma do its work, or warn the man who couldn't stand the sight of me. I made the choice I never expected. And now I'm trapped in his penthouse, under his protection, forced to spend every waking moment with the man who makes my blood boil and my heart race in equal measure. I didn't save him because I wanted something. But now he's looking at me differently, and I'm starting to wonder if the real danger wasn't the guard with the gun but the billionaire with the piercing eyes who's decided I'm worth keeping.