I'd been handed the contract of a lifetime, revamping the flagship Madison Avenue store of Fashion icon, Farrah Goldsmith Couture. There was only one person standing in my way. Her grandson, Ari. Now he was my boss and my arch enemy. I wanted him to get hit by a bus or run over by a pack of rhinos. But no, I wasn't that lucky. For the next three weeks, I'm stuck with him and his sickly gorgeous body and mocha-colored eyes. Help. She thinks I'm an arrogant jerk... I think she's uptight and sassy. I didn't like her before, but now I was her boss, I had the upper hand. So making her life a living hell was priority number one... until it wasn't. I don't understand why she ignites a fire inside of me, all I know is I'm addicted, hook line, and sinker. Now if only she'd let me in.