He’s a grumpy billionaire who’d crush any rival under his fancy designer shoe.
I’m a barefoot free spirit who’d sacrifice anything to save the town I love.
We couldn’t be more different.
So how did I end up working as his assistant?
And more importantly…how did he end up in my bed?!
Darius Brighton stands for everything I despise.
He’s rude. He’s impatient.
And there’s not one loyal bone in that muscle-cut body of his. I learned that from experience.