My grumpy billionaire boss dragged me to Tokyo on zero notice. Then the hotel lost my room.

One suite. One bed that is definitely NOT a king. And Rhys Kingswood—gorgeous, insufferable, and strictly off-limits—on the other side of a pillow wall that keeps failing.

I was handling it. I have a boyfriend. I have principles.

Then I caught my “perfect” boyfriend in the hotel lobby with his tongue down another woman’s throat—an ocean away from where he claimed to be.

There was champagne. There was chocolate. There was one reckless, unforgettable night with my boss.

So I did the only sensible thing: panicked and flew home. (With his passport. Don’t ask.)

Now Rhys has a proposition: play his girlfriend for one year to get his matchmaking grandmother off his back. Free housing included—convenient, since my apartment burned down. It’s fake. It has an expiration date. What could possibly go wrong?

Two pink lines. That’s what could go wrong.

One Bed with the Boss is a steamy, laugh-out-loud boss/assistant romance featuring only one bed, fake dating, the most scandalous family in Los Angeles, a grumpy billionaire who falls first (and hard), and a guaranteed happily ever after.