I joined the Mile High Club and ended up pregnant.
If only the story stopped there.
But no—it gets worse.
It gets so much worse.
Because the man who swept me off my feet thirty thousand feet in the air didn’t pick me at random.
He chose me for a purpose.
A very specific purpose.
And when Aleksandr Makarova decides he wants something…
He gets it.
No matter what—or who—he has to break in the process.
