Billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight is propping up the UK rich list and keeping the national tabloids ablaze with his scandalous love life. And making my life hell.
To him, I’m just another architect in a small design firm bidding for his latest prestigious project.
To me, he’s a ruthless businessman who plays people like pawns. I should know.
I’d rather work for Satan on designing Hell than have to answer to him.
But sometimes dream jobs come with insufferable bosses.
I hate that I have to see his signature cocky grin every day.
I hate that when Jack Knight says jump, we grab our long poles.
I especially hate the undeniable explosive heat growing between us.
To survive this close proximity, I must remember my end goal: bricks, not dicks.