When you get into the pool with a billionaire Olympic swimmer, you’re going to get wet. I used to have a big crush on my best friend’s brother, but Voltaire Valentin was always off-limits. First he was too old for me, then he was too famous, and then he was too rich…and also still famous. I may have gotten older, but I never did manage the “rich” or “famous” thing. So what would the man who has it all want from a nobody like me? According to my best friend, Volt wants me to teach his daughter. I take the job, not because of some silly old crush, but because I’m broke and desperate enough to take some very obvious charity. The bailout comes with a Stay away from Volt. It’s not just that he’s broody and fiercely protective of his daughter—that part is kind of charming—but he’s got a serious temper, especially if you ask him about any of his deep, dark secrets. The secrets about what made him single are what get him the most prickly. I don’t take the warning. Instead, I end up in the pool with Volt. When a man with smoldering blue eyes is dripping wet all over his washboard abs, you don’t say no…to anything. So now that I’ve dried off, I’m going to start picking at Voltaire Valentin’s dark, heavy secrets. I’m not nosy, I just want to help him. And if I set off his temper, then I’ve already thought of a few good ways for him to punish me.