Andrew Markman and I are workplace rivals. Enemies. Being forced to share an office with him is torture…but so is realizing there’s more to him than I thought. Andrew is rich, hot, and everything I hate. Sharp jaw and even sharper wit. I’m the underdog to his good ol’ boy confidence, and he’s been my nemesis for seven hateful years. I steal his best client, so he poaches mine. He needles me, so I undermine him. Business as usual, right? Wrong. We have one month to share an office and learn to coexist. Each of us will do anything to beat the other to that coveted partner spot. His arrogance makes me crazy, and my smart mouth makes him see red. But if we can’t get along, we’re both getting fired. Surviving weeks in close quarters with my smoking hot rival? No problem. I play to win. Sure, we were friends once…and he’s too handsome to resist. But this is still a competition, and he’s not partner material. I am.

He gave me the best night of my life and never looked back. I'm not sure I'll survive being his rival . . . or his roommate. Jason Elliott is annoyingly handsome, uptight, and frustrating. And incredible in bed. How do I know? We spent a single scorching night together, before promising to forget it ever happened. Now he's opposing counsel on the biggest deal of my career, which means the past doesn't matter. Only winning does. At least until a booking error lands us in the same rental house. Different bedrooms…but sharing a wall. It means I hear every sigh, every groan coming from his side. They say keep your enemies close, but this one is too close for comfort. He’s sexy, funny, a little bit dark...and a lot more complicated than I ever imagined. The closer we get, the more I want him. Jason seems to think getting me back in bed means winning this deal. But falling for Mr. One Night? I’m not getting burned again.