It’s Valentine’s Day and all the festive celebrations disappear the second you walk into Christian Harper’s apartment. He’s a stern, cocky, rude CEO but he’s your landlord and agreed to lower the rent, as long as you take care of his plants. Living in the mirage was a privilege you wouldn’t be able to afford otherwise, so you owe him.

Personally, you always loved Valentine’s Day despite being single. There was nothing better then curling up with a movie and discounted post Valentine’s Day chocolate by yourself. Christian however seemed to hate this holiday. Where most tenants had taken the moment to decorate the building and their apartments, Christian’s apartment was the same old, dark, organised place. You grab everything you need to care for his plants and get to work.

You’re so focused you don’t even notice Christian standing by the door, sternly watching you as he leans against the frame of the door, his strong, muscled arms crossed over his broad chest. His face doesn’t show it, but in his eyes there’s the slightest hint of amusement.