Micah: Constantine Ross is a cocky, provoking small . yeah. And I swear, I’d believe actually if his family’s business wasn’t my biggest competition. It’s time someone taught the person a lesson or two about life. At least that’s what I tell myself after i offer him a job. Contact it my great deed for the entire year . . . maybe the hundred years.

However now he’s in my shop. In my own space. In my own every damn believed. In. My. Bed.

And how the hell am I likely to resist him?

Constantine: I’ll be the first to about The Secret admit I’ve royally screwed up, but what may i say? I had been a stupid teenager who dropped his father and spiraled uncontrollable. Almost a decade later on, I’m still trying to create amends. The very last thing I need is certainly my family’s arch-nemesis wading into my entire life like he’s got all the answers. Except . . . I must say i need money, and the arrogant jerk provided me a job.

I can cope with Micah’s attitude. My attraction to him? That’s different. He’s my employer, not my boyfriend. And he’s much too old for me personally. But God, he’s gorgeous. Dominant. Compelling.

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