For the Plot

At eighteen, Archer Blackwood broke my heart.

At twenty-seven, his dad just broke my bed.

It's not like I planned to fall into bed with Reece Blackwood.

Not when I ran into him at a dive bar for the first time in years.

Not when I sent him my résumé after torching my life in one spectacular, wine-fueled spiral.

Not even when this cold, brutally handsome CEO looked at me like he wanted to ruin me.

He should've sent me away.

Instead, he hired me.

Now I'm his assistant.

He's my off-limits obsession.

And...