Blame It on the Champagne

There's only one thing to do when you wake up married to your brand-new boss, whom you hate but can't resist: You blame the champagne. I blame the bubbles for my wild night with a masked stranger. Who cares if it's nothing this good girl would normally do—with a man who turns out to be my horrible boss? Who cares that I'm promised to someone else? I blame the alcohol for agreeing to marry him. As long as my new husband keeps his mouth shut, I can survive five years of our little arrangement. It's too late for anything else. But our impromptu wedding leads to so much more than I bargained for. His dirty promises warm me. His kisses make me lightheaded. His respect slips past my best defenses. The hate turns to friendship and makes me dream of more. He's like the most dangerous kind of champagne. That's why I blame him for making me fall in love with him. But when I find out our marriage was nothing more than revenge, what's to blame for my broken heart?