The Billionaire's Bedroom Contract

I hate bad boys. But it's just my luck that my British billionaire boss is the rudest of them all.

Mr. Rochester is driving me out of my mind.

He's so darn moody that being around him is enough to make me dizzy.

He can be viciously cruel one moment but broodingly vulnerable and mysteriously tormented the next.

The worst part is how he stares at me.

Does he really think I'll let him get away with acting like my lord and master?

'You don’t own me, Mr. Rochester,' I hiss at him.

‘Not yet,' my boss whispers back with a smirk.