The Anti-Romance Manual

<p><strong>He wrote the rules. I was hired to enforce them. Breaking them was never part of the plan.</strong></p><p>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-<strong>romance in the office is strictly off-limits</strong>.</p><p>After a corporate scandal rocks the company Ethan creates <em>The Anti-Romance Manual</em>-a zero-tolerance policy for workplace flings. No flirtation. No late-night texts. No exceptions.</p><p>And he handpicks <em>me</em> to help him write it.</p><p>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.</p><p><strong>Closed-door meetings. Accidental touches. Late-night confessions.</strong></p><p>We crossed the line before we even touched.<br>When we finally gave in it wasn't a mistake-it was inevitable.<br>And now I'm pregnant. With twins.</p><p>Caught between <strong>boardrooms and baby bottles</strong> 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.</p>