My new assistant is all smiles and sunshine—and she’s about to set fire to my cold, grumpy heart.

I've moved to this god-forsaken small town to run the family business.

I need to hire a new PA and the pickings are slim.

Some say my irrational expectations are the reason I've gone through assistants quicker than most people refill their coffee.

Incompetence is my pet peeve.

If that makes me irrational, so be it.

Then Georgia Reynolds walks into my office.

Blonde hair.

Sapphire eyes.

And a smart mouth that irritates me as much as it turns me on.

On top of being a rockstar at her job, she is a ray of freaking sunshine on steroids.

I have no patience for it.

Nor for the way she flutters around the office like a modern-day Tinkerbell.

She has ridiculous taste in music.

Drives an unreasonable form of transportation.

And did I mention that I caught her dancing in my closet when I sent her on a simple errand?

My new assistant has somehow become my kryptonite.

But I am her boss, and I am not going to be a pathetic cliché.

It doesn’t matter that my cold, jaded heart has started beating again.

In my world, a beating heart makes you weak.

And I do not tolerate weaknesses.