✔︎ Write a scandalous exposé on an old-money billionaire. Easy.

✔︎ He’s old enough to be my father. No Problem.

✔︎ Instant, soul-melting lust. Shit.

✔︎ Thrown out of his office on day one—WTF.

To the world, Joshua McKenzie is mysterious as fog. Maybe even eccentric.

My boss screams, “Dig for the dirt!”. I can’t even find dust.

The world doesn’t get near this bachelor billionaire—

but my assignment comes with an all-access pass.

He’s got a farm in a lab, fish swimming in his penthouse,

and a rooftop garden that feeds half of his office building.

Still— no dirt.

I was raised on a dairy farm. I study agribusiness.

Joshua should be my people.

Except for the billions. And the playroom.

He’s the needle in the haystack we stopped searching for a long time ago—


and the kind of man women like me don’t usually get to touch, let alone ruin.

My shame, v-card and maybe my heart were lost in his playroom—

and somehow, I found myself.

“Billionaire Marries Farm Girl” isn’t a headline anyone would believe.


But “Journalist Destroys Billionaire to Save Herself”?


That one might go viral.

Exposing Joshua’s secrets might save my job

Writing the truth might save my soul.

But loving him—

That could cost me everything.