Sinful Games by Shelly Alexander

“She made the first move, so I’m all in and ready to play.” —Oscar (Oz) Strong
Sometimes life gets f&%#ed up. Is it my fault?
Usually.
I might be a literal genius in biochemistry. I might have made the right choice when I let two of my college chess team buddies talk me into putting my brain and my multiple degrees to work in an unexpected way that has made us ridiculously wealthy. I may be the founding partner who developed our full line of wildly successful, supercharged, pheromone colognes. I might have even been damned smart, coming up with the idea to take our multimillion-dollar company public.
But that doesn’t mean I make the most intelligent decisions when it comes to my personal life.
For instance, I let my parents push me into marriage right after I finished at Columbia. I should’ve reminded dear old Mom and Dad that their geekster, brainiac son has spent a lot of time at the gym packing on muscle and has learned how to treat a lady, both in and out of bed…so I’m smart enough to pick my own woman.
But naw.
I married a girl because my parents liked her family’s name. A girl who didn’t love me but instead loved my trust fund.
Now that I think about it, smart people really can be obtuse to the point of idiocy. Which is why falling for my new assistant is not only my biggest f&%# up, but it’s also a mistake that could put both of my business partners and our company’s future at risk.
It’s stupid, I know. But then she goes and makes the first move, and fierce competitor that I am, I can’t help but rise to the challenge.
I’m all in and ready to play by her rules. I just don’t realize until it’s too late that the only rule to the game she wants to play is seductive, steamy, sexy…and so positively sinful.