The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“You need to tell him. And then the two of you need to
report Benton’s ass and get him kicked out of academia.”
“No, I . . . I can’t.”
“Ol, listen to me. What Tom said is sexual harassment.
There is no way Adam wouldn’t believe you—not to mention
that you have a recording.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does!”
Olive wiped her cheeks with her palms. “If I tell Adam,
he’s not going to want to collaborate with Tom anymore, and
the project they’re working on is too important to him. Not to
mention that he wants to move to Harvard next year, and—”
Anh snorted. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Yes. He told me that—”
“Ol, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s head over feet.
There is no way he’ll want to move to Boston if you’re not
going—and I’m sure as hell not letting you go work for this
dipshit . . . What?” Her eyes darted from Olive to Malcolm,
who were exchanging a long glance. “Why are you guys
looking at each other like that? And why are you making your
inside-joke faces?”
Malcolm sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay
Anh, listen carefully. And before you ask—no, I’m not making
this up. This is real life.” He took a deep breath before starting.
“Carlsen and Olive never dated. They pretended so you’d
believe that Olive wasn’t into Jeremy anymore—which she
never was in the first place. Not sure what Carlsen was getting
out of the arrangement, I forgot to ask. But halfway through
the fake-dating Olive caught feelings for Carlsen, proceeded to
lie to him about it, and pretended to be in love with someone
else. But then . . .” He gave Olive a side glance. “Well. I didn’t
want to be nosy, but judging from the fact that the other day