I was hired to find the cocky A-hole THE perfect wife. What was not in this job description was kissing the future groom, Much less have a one-night stand with him. In my line of work, those are all against the rules. And right now, I seriously cannot afford to lose my job. So yeah, sleeping with the jerk... NEVER EVER going to happen. However tempting the client may be... Cliff Why should I get married and tie myself down to one woman when I could have them all. Who wants to get burned all over again in this stupid game of love. But of course, my parents had other ideas. It's either follow their wishes or lose the company I have worked my ass off to expand. When I am introduced to my little curvy very off-limits miss matchmaker, The process of finding my unicorn of a future wife does not seem so bad after all. Especially when I am enjoying perfecting my art of pissing off miss goody two shoes with each one of my failed dates. I'm probably getting a fatal kick in the nuts soon, And disowned by my parents, But I just can't seem to behave when little miss spitfire is around.