The CEO's Stepdaughter
“We’re in.”
His relief is immediate. “Good. Because I already told her parents I was ‘working on something.’”
I groan. “You’re insane.”
“Committed,” he counters.
Back at the hotel later, the room feels too quiet. I kick off my shoes, drop my jacket over a chair, and finally pull my phone out. There’s a message waiting.
“You still alive, California man?” I smile, warmth spreading through my chest.
“Barely”, I type back. “Meetings are trying to kill me.”