Haircuts and Heartthrobs

I botched a broody billionaire’s haircut, and what did he ask from me in repayment?

That I become his fake fiancée!

In my defense, my new migraine meds had packed quite the drowsy punch that morning. One minute I was trimming his GQ-worthy locks, and the next, I’d given him a side shave that would make a Marine jealous. 

Fast forward through a ticked-off Dev Menon storming out of my salon, threatening legal action, and I’m thinking the day couldn’t get worse. 

Except, it does . . . 

Dev returns hours later with a wild proposition: “Marry me. Temporarily.”

Turns out his mother’s dying wish is to see him get hitched, and I’m the lucky girl who owes him a debt. The catch? I also have to move in with him to really sell the ruse. 

Soon enough, I’m realizing my career isn’t the only thing on the line with my hot-as-Hades fiancé. My heart is, too. 

So, I counter with a wilder proposition: a purely physical relationship with three simple rules. No kissing, no sleepovers, and definitely no falling in love.

Except, the more time I spend with him, the harder it becomes to stick to my rules. Dev’s charm, his skilled hands, and his enormous . . . heart are testing my resolve. Even my traitorous cat is smitten.

Did I get more than I bargained for, or am I about to lose this very hairy game of pretend?