My Big, Fat, Hot Billionaire Enemy (Big, Fat Bigwigs #2)

A Standalone Enemies-to-Lovers, Billionaire Romance with extra sparks (and maybe some torn fabric).

Rule #1 of saving your company: Dont get distracted by the corporate raiders devastating smile.

Rule #2: Dont let business negotiations turn into late-night confessions and stolen kisses.

My first meeting with Christopher Blackwell, the gorgeous corporate shark determined to swallow my familys company whole, was a masterclass in disaster.

Think: tech expo, rogue robot dogs, ripped designer trousers (his, thankfully, though not my fault, really!), and me somehow getting a meeting anyway, with the caveat: You’ll have to be very, very convincing to make me change my mind about taking exactly what I want.”

Dealing with Christopher is like playing a very seductive, very dangerous game of chess. Hes shrewd, calculating, and hotter than hell. He knows more about my companys financials than I do, thanks to family secrets Im only just uncovering. Worse, the purely physical reaction he provokes is getting harder to ignore, particularly how my lungs seem to forget their primary function the second his eyes meet mine.

Christophers insights are undeniable, but his tactics and arrogance are infuriating when he takes me out to dinner and presents a confusingly compelling offer that might not actually destroy my familys company, I dont know whether its a secret power play or temporary insanity induced by stress and champagne. My best friend Ava thinks Im losing my mind (and maybe shes right about my judgment being clouded because hes hot).

He’s the enemy I’m supposed to hate, the competitor I need to beat

So why does working with him feel less like war and more like surrender and why does part of me crave it?