Rule #1 at the new job: don’t touch the boss’s daughter. Or in this case, me—his granddaughter. With his dark eyes, tattooed arms, and shoulders for days, Michael Scarrone shouldn’t be looking at me at all. And I definitely shouldn’t be looking back. The sad truth was, we can’t be more wrong for each other. Him, a mechanic just out on parole. Me, an innocent student with her whole future ahead of her. But somehow, I can’t stay away. There’s a secret lurking under Michael’s rough exterior. He’s a diamond in the rough I want to make shine. Apparently opposites really do attract, right before they combust. I want to steal this bad boy’s heart the moment we meet. But now it looks like he’s already stolen mine.

Nathan Hunt needs a girlfriend. Specifically a fake one. Yes, the shy, grumpy twin of Henry Cavill who sits at the end of my bar needs to convince his absurdly rich family that he’s actually capable of a normal social life. And he’s willing to pay a professional to fill that role. Who happens to be me. It helps that I’m just desperate enough to need the cash and not ask any questions. I’m the obvious choice: Joni Zola, former dancer and forever flirt. Never too serious. Always a good time. On its surface, the plan is simple. First, tell everyone we’re roommates. Then move on to lovers. His family will leave him alone, and I’ll have a free place to stay and a full bank account. Easy, right? But as our scheme progresses, the lines blur. Soon casual PDA turns into sharing a bed at night. On the outside, Nathan Hunt is just my next boyfriend of the hour. But what if secretly, I might want him forever? If we can keep things professional, this just might work. I can forget that kiss if he can.