Another marriage, another stepbrother. When my mom got married for the fourth time, I didn't attend the wedding. It was at the top of some mountain in Switzerland anyway. So when I learned I had a new stepbrother, I yawned. There've been so many I've lost track. But Cal was different. He was gorgeous. Successful. Hot. Rich. And he couldn't be bothered by me. But as luck would have it, he ended up not only being my new roommate, but also my new boss. How the hell did that happen? I'm just trying to make my way in my first post-college job, and I have to deal with this sh*t? I'm trying to hate him. Really, I am. It's not easy, with the way he looks at me, talks to me, and touches me. Oops, I wasn't supposed to say that. But I don't care. I'll find a way. Even if he does boss me around and tell me what to do. Both in the office and in the bedroom.