My dad stole money.
A lot of money.
And now his boss is coming to collect.
My dad has been stealing money from the company where he works. Now the CEO wants his head and possibly mine.
My dad fled the country already.
Without him, I’m going to take the fall.
His boss comes to me with a proposition. I can pay off the debt.
Ten nights.
No holds barred.
I say no, of course. I’m not that kind of person.
It doesn’t matter that his boss is a former male model.
It doesn’t matter that he’s always made my heart beat faster.
It doesn’t matter that he is the smartest person I’ve ever met.
Nope. None of that matters at all. There are some things that money can’t buy, and I’m one of them.
Then I find myself sending him a text.
