“CAUGHT ON CAMERA: Wall Street CEO William Caldwell in Late-Night Office Tryst!”
Well. That’s one way to announce an office romance.

I never meant to be that girl.
The one with lipstick on the CEO’s collar and secrets in her eyes.
But here I am, front page of every tabloid, caught leaving Manhattan’s most eligible silver fox’s penthouse at 3 AM.

William Caldwell.
Billionaire workaholic.
Widowed single dad.
Seventeen years my senior.
And God help me, the way he growls my name in empty boardrooms should be illegal.

They say the corner office comes with perks.
They didn’t mention how his control shatters when we’re alone.
Or how one rain-soaked kiss by the subway would destroy every rule in the employee handbook.

Now a corporate vulture is circling his company—just to get to me.
His teenage daughter’s TikToks about “Daddy’s gold-digging mistress” are going viral.
And those late-night meetings in his office?
Let’s just say the security cameras caught a lot more than overtime.

I could lose everything.
My reputation.
My career.
The man who sets my soul on fire.

But while Wall Street’s watching for the next scandal to break…
While they’re whispering about how I slept my way to the top…
While his board of directors plots our downfall…

Two little lines just changed the game.
Pink.
Positive.
Pregnant.

Dear Santa, I’ve been very, very naughty. I slept with all three of your helpers.

What’s worse than sleeping with a silver fox billionaire?

Sleeping with three of them.

Three silver-haired devils in a mansion on the hill.

One desperate single mom with bills to pay.

A housekeeping job that comes with sinful temptation.

I only wanted to give my daughter a magical Christmas.

Instead, I got:

Arthur’s ice-blue stare that melts my resistance.

Scott’s wicked hands that map my curves.

Ryland’s artist’s soul that captures my secrets.

One kiss under the mistletoe ignites a fire.

Three nights of pleasure seal my fate.

Now, there’s no going back.

Imagine my shock when I find out these aren’t just any billionaires.

They’re my late father’s best friends.

And I’ve let them all into my bed.

I run from the truth.

They chase their prize.

And then my ex returns, threatening everything.

But the biggest scandal of all?

Those two pink lines on the test.

This Christmas, Santa’s bringing twins.

And three sinful devils aren’t letting their little elf escape.

Elite Private Investigator McKenzie Chase has spent the last decade building Suspicious Minds, a premier cheating spouse investigation agency, driven by the betrayal of her cheating husband and a job rejection from Jackson Lloyd. When a nightclub case brings them face-to-face, Jackson becomes obsessed and invites her agency to collaborate on a major contract. As McKenzie grapples with lingering hurt and his well-known alpha-male-arrogance, they must navigate their tumultuous past and professional rivalry to discover if they can find love amidst the chaos.

Alison can’t believe that her boss wants her to have his kid and that he wants to do it the old-fashioned way. She can’t imagine having sex with him. He’s Harker. Sure he’s kind of sexy in a dark, brooding way and when he barks orders her body naturally responds, but still…sex with Harker? She can’t do that, or can she? His offer is hard to refuse, and she’d only have to be with him until she got pregnant. It shouldn’t take long, right?

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He’s a grumpy, brooding, billionaire bosshole. I’m the personal assistant who’s determined to survive three months with him.