I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of dick straws, awkward dancing and being told “it’ll be you soon, Kaitlyn!” Especially when it’s at a super swanky Miami club—exactly where I don’t belong. Couldn’t get any worse, right? Enter Mr. Tall, Dark and I-didn’t-know-they-made-people-this-gorgeous. Grump supreme. His scowl has a scowl. Especially after I knock a drink onto a VIP and myself. He must be the manager of the club because he has keys to the penthouse above it. A penthouse he offers to let me change clothes in. A penthouse we screw all over. Then, he gets a call and kicks me out. Jerk. Told you it got worse. Ready for worser? First day at my new job as a nanny and Mr. Scowl is my boss. James Morris. Billionaire club owner, deal maker, and first grade bosshole—if the tabloids are to be believed. Also a single dad to an adorable daughter who needs my help. But there's no way I can take this job—every time I look at him, I’m back in that penthouse. And from the way he smiles when he looks at me, he’s thinking the same. Then he tells me why this has to work. Why he needs me. Why I can’t say no. New confession? I hate my boss.

I lie down for just a second… The next thing I see is the chiseled and extremely grumpy face of my billionaire client, Theo Barnes, looking down at me. If I’m Goldilocks, he has all the grouchiness of three bears. I was overworked and overstressed juggling photographing his fleet of yachts with my other projects. Add in a super comfy bed on one of his yachts and I’m out. Now I’m about to be fired. Except, we’re in the middle of the ocean and he’s looking at me like I’m the missing piece of a puzzle. Instead of getting the axe, he offers me an insane amount of money for a single day of work—an amount it’s really, really hard to say no to. But I should have. Because this bosshole wants me to be his pretend girlfriend for the afternoon. The no PDA, don’t get cornered by his mother and the deal is done once we dock. That first rule lasted about four minutes. This pretend girlfriend thing was supposed to be a one-and-done gig, but now his mother insists he bring a “nice” girl to a family wedding. And Theo thought of me. A “nice” girl would have said no, but here I am, stuck with Mr. Cocky. It’s not all bad. There are those rule-breaking kisses. And the scorching sex. But sex has consequences. And Goldilocks has a surprise for her grumpy bear.