They’re supposed to be enemies—so why does arguing feel like foreplay?
Liz Bentley built her career on grit, caffeine, and a zero-tolerance policy for entitled men—especially not the newly appointed CEO with a famous last name and a face straight off a magazine cover. Brett Wentworth might be rich, polished, and maddeningly smug, but Liz knows his type: privilege, power, and betrayal wrapped in a designer suit.
Brett didn’t ask to inherit the mess his father made of Bright Spark. But the moment Liz storms into his boardroom—all fire, wit, and defiance—he knows two things: she’s the sharpest mind in the company… and the one woman he shouldn’t want.
