The last time I saw my new colleague, she was on top of me.

Literally. She’s my best friend’s sister.

It might have been a hot one-time fling at his wedding. Maybe.

And the preacher from the church might have been the one to wake me up with my pants around my ankles.

What? It was worth it.

Years later she’s pissed that we’re working together.

Personally, I like having her curvy figure around to keep things interesting.

But she’s a boss in business—and a goddess in bed.

Lucky me.

We have six months to get a job done.

Our task?

Romance and architecture.

How hard can it be?

Turns out it’s not that easy with a woman whose heart is cold as ice.

She doesn’t believe in love.

Unfortunately for her, I do.

And I love a challenge.

She has her eyes on the deadline.

I have mine on the prize:

Her.

The last time I saw my baby daddy, we were in the backseat of a limo at his brother’s wedding.

Making magic—or a kiddo.

No judging. There was a lot of liquor involved and the man is a god.

He passed out before I could tell him my name, but payback is hell.

I stole his pants for good measure. I’m sure he enjoyed that.

It was supposed to be one night of fun.

Just one night of being the crazy, free girl I was before I took over my dad’s company. And it was that.

Until I saw those two lines pop up on an innocuous-looking stick.

No way I could tell him.

Fast forward a year, and he walks into my father’s company as my new construction partner.

His wicked smile has me swooning.

I’m ready for love, but he’s still the same playboy bachelor he’s always been.

Of all the men in the world to have to work beside day after day, how did I end up with him?

I love him. I hate him. I love that I hate him.

Any way you look at it, my luck blows.

And all I can think about is our one night.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

People who still believe in love and happily-ever-afters these days?

Brainwashed idiots. All of them.

It’s a sham.

What isn’t a sham is working hard and making an honest living.

Like me.

Not everyone respects what I do.

Especially a certain congresswoman.

Or her sexy daughter with curves to die for.

Talk about brain washing.

The best part?

She wants me just as bad as I want her.

I’m the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

She’s the good girl with a reputation to worry about.

I’ll tear it all down.

As long as she’s mine in the end.

Just because my brother found love doesn’t mean I have to.

I’d rather focus on other things.

Like money.

It never gives you sleepless nights that drive you insane.

But the single mom I hooked up with at my brother’s wedding?

She’s got me sweating.

I can’t get her out of my head.

Those curves.

That smart mouth.

She’s the right kind of trouble.

But I’m the wrong kind of guy.

Or not.

She’s been wronged before.

Maybe this time, two wrongs can make a right.