It started with spilled coffee and a sarcastic standoff in a stalled elevator.
Now I can’t stop thinking about the guy who drives me insane.
Lewis Harper is everything I’m not—quiet, rigid, impossible to read.
When our boss assigns us to co-lead a major project, things get tense.
So I suggest fake dating to cool the rumors and calm the team.
It’s reckless. It’s ridiculous. It works.
Suddenly, we’re holding hands at happy hour.
Trading smirks in meetings.
Swapping ideas—and inside jokes—like it’s second nature.
And somewhere between his dry wit and thoughtful silence, something shifts.
He starts to see me.
He listens, backs my craziest ideas, and never makes me feel like too much.
Now the pretending feels dangerously real.
And I’m catching myself wishing for more.
But falling for a coworker already burned me once.
If I misread this—if I fall and he doesn’t?
I lose the one person who makes me feel like I finally belong.