The Anti-Romance Manual

He wrote the rules. I was hired to enforce them. Breaking them was never part of the plan.

Ethan is British, brilliant, and built like temptation in a tailored suit. As CEO of one of Manhattan's most powerful consulting firms, he's made one thing brutally clear—romance in the office is strictly off-limits.

After a corporate scandal rocks the company, Ethan creates The Anti-Romance Manual—a zero-tolerance policy for workplace flings. No flirtation. No late-night texts. No exceptions.

And he handpicks me to help him write it.

I'm the new assistant with a sharp tongue, a past I don't talk about, and a talent for breaking down even the most stubborn men. I thought I could handle working for Mr. No-Fun, No-Flings. But what started as a professional project has become a slow-burn battle of wills we're both losing.

Closed-door meetings. Accidental touches. Late-night confessions.

We crossed the line before we even touched.

When we finally gave in, it wasn't a mistake—it was inevitable.

And now, I'm pregnant. With twins.

Caught between boardrooms and baby bottles, Ethan and I are forced to rewrite all the rules we thought we needed. Because the truth is, love doesn't care about company policy—and some connections were never meant to be controlled.