Micah: Constantine Ross is a cocky, provoking little . . . yeah. And I swear, I'd think that even if his family's business wasn't my biggest competition. It's time someone taught the man a lesson or two about life. At least that's what I tell myself when I offer him a job. Call it my good deed for the year . . . maybe the century.



But now he's in my shop. In my space. In my every damn thought. In. My. Bed.



And how the hell am I supposed to resist him?



Constantine: I'll be the first to admit I've royally screwed up, but what can I say? I was a stupid teen who lost his dad and spiraled out of control. Almost a decade later, I'm still trying to make amends. The last thing I need is my family's arch-nemesis wading into my life like he's got all the answers. Except . . . I really need money, and the arrogant jerk offered me a job.



I can deal with Micah's attitude. My attraction to him? That's different. He's my boss, not my boyfriend. And he's way too old for me. But God, he's gorgeous. Dominant. Compelling.



I don't want to want him . . . But I can't turn away.