GREYSON I’m not sure what’s worse. Having the entire world witness my downward spiral after being dumped by my fiancé, or my dad hiring a prison guard—I mean—PR manager to follow me around for the next three months and save my “tarnished” reputation. As long as I keep my late-night endeavors a secret and stay out of the headlines, the position as CEO of Carter Enterprise is mine. The only thing in my way is a five-foot-two brick wall, who happens to be the girl I haven’t stopped thinking about since we met in a hidden dive bar three weeks ago, and the most intoxicating person I’ve ever met. MIA According to the tabloids, Greyson Carter is New York’s most eligible bachelor. As his newly appointed PR manager, here to revive his tarnished reputation, he’s my worst nightmare. He’s the embodiment of everything I loathe–broody, impolite, and fully aware of his charm, but when he lets me see the broken man under the mask, the line between hatred and attraction gets blurred. The question that lingers is whether this should stay business or venture into pleasure?