When a mix up at Zoe’s bakery leaves her holding a very inappropriate cake before the billionaire Christopher on his affluent birthday, she’s pretty sure she’ll die of mortification.
It was a simple enough mistake. Two orders came in, one for a bachelorette party, the other for the ultra-rich bad boy’s dirty thirty. Dirty cake for a dirty thirty seemed poetic. Besides, she’d heard he was a douche, so maybe she’d actually nailed the project.
But Christopher didn’t give a thing about the cake. What he cared about – and knew he shouldn’t – was the tortured look in Zoe’s eyes as she stood holding the cake like it was a ticking time bomb. Her embarrassment spoke to an innocence she possessed; An innocence he wanted to destroy.
This billionaire romance is intended for adult readers only.