Legend has it, the man you kiss at a wedding is the man you’ll marry. In my case, it’s nothing but trouble.
Spencer Carrollton is a dark-haired, hazel-eyed beast.
When I collided with him at my cousin’s wedding, I wasn’t looking for love. But his naughty eyes flashed, his full lips curled into a knowing smile, and I should have run.
I didn’t. I kissed him instead.
Then he gave me a job when I needed it the most.
I never get involved with clients, but Spencer Carrollton is wickedly handsome in a bespoke suit. He’s devastatingly sexy out of it. He’s possessive, demanding, and the best sex I’ve ever had. He’s an arrogant billionaire who thinks I’ll fall at his feet, but I’m not going down that road again.
Until he pulls me out of danger and insists I move in with him to be safe.
As the nights pass and we grow closer, I know I’m losing this fight.
Spencer Carrollton always gets what he wants.
The trouble is, he wants me.
Trouble is a stand-alone enemies-to-lovers billionaire-boss romance. No cheating. No cliff-hanger.