Fifth Avenue Flirt (The Manhattan Billionaires)

One week. No falling in love. Then he'll get me what I want. Everyone in New York loves Ben East. He's charming. Connected. Infuriatingly handsome. The kind of man who can fix almost any problem with a phone call and a smile. I don't trust him for a second. Sleeping with him, however? That turns out to be an entirely different matter. Our one night together is supposed to be exactly that. One night. No expectations, no complications—and definitely no repeat performance. Then the deal for my dream hotel falls apart. I've spent my whole life as the baby of my family, the one everyone protects. This hotel is my chance to prove—to them and to myself—that I can build something on my own. And Ben is the one man who can help me get it. Except he refuses. He doesn't mix business with pleasure. And according to Ben, spending any more time together would be a terrible idea anyway, because I'd inevitably fall in love with him. Obviously, I have to prove him wrong. So we make a deal. Seven days living together. No sex. No kissing. No falling in love. If I make it through the week, he'll help me get my hotel. There's just one thing neither of us planned for. Somewhere between whispered secrets in Grand Central, burnt cookies at midnight and a rainy Sunday spent in bed, I stop seeing the man everyone loves—and start seeing the man underneath. The one who takes care of everyone but himself. The one who makes me laugh. The one who is becoming dangerously difficult to imagine walking away from. I went into our bet determined to prove I didn't need anyone. But maybe falling in love isn't about needing someone to save you. Maybe it's about finding the person you'd give up everything to choose.