She hadn’t expected the old man to be so desperate.

When she was first approached, she thought it was some kind of joke. "My son thinks he's gay," the wealthy businessman had sighed, rubbing his temples. "It’s a phase, I’m sure of it. But I need it dealt with before it ruins his future."

She had arched a brow. "And you think hiring me to seduce him is the solution?"

"You have a reputation for getting what you want." He folded his hands together, voice serious. "I’ll make it worth your while."

The money was good. Insultingly good. Enough to make her ignore the sheer ridiculousness of the request. So, she played along, slipped into the man’s world under the guise of a distant acquaintance. It wasn’t hard to get close to his son—charming, handsome, and just aloof enough to be intriguing.

But from the start, something was off.

Most guys—gay or straight—reacted to flirtation in some way. A nervous laugh, a polite brush-off, hell, even an awkward stammer. But him? Nothing. No discomfort, no intrigue, no amusement. Just perfectly controlled indifference.

And now, as she sat across from him, watching him deflect every single one of her advances with effortless ease, the truth clicked into place.

She wasn’t dealing with a clueless rich kid.

He was playing a role—just like she was.

And if she was right, this game was a lot more dangerous than she’d signed up for.