I’m so done with men. I don’t care if he looks like Ryan Gosling with a ten-inch cucumber in his pants and says he wants me to have his babies.
Just, no. I’m done. I can’t pick them.
To make matters worse, the real estate investment company I work for is on the verge of collapse. There’s one deal that can save it, and it’s all up to me. I make this deal or look for a new job.
Problem is, I’m competing with the arrogant jerk who started my whole bad luck streak with men.
His smoldering green eyes have haunted me for more than a year, and if it weren’t for his cockiness, I would’ve been screaming his name during our first encounter.
He’s the competition now, and I can’t let him get to me. I have too much to lose.
But what if I want to have my studmuffin and eat it too?