I came to work for Mr. Johnson because I needed stability-structure-anything that didn't fall apart as fast as my real life.

What I didn't need was Brody Johnson.

My boss's spoiled, reckless, irresponsible son. The bad boy heir with a trust fund, a record, and a smile that ruins good judgment.

He's everything I can't stand. And everything I can't stop looking at.

The whole town swears he's a walking disaster. They don't know I met him at his lowest-drunk, infuriating, and somehow still stupidly gorgeous. They don't know that underneath the privilege and the chaos is a man who's trying... Really trying.

He's sunshine. I'm storm clouds. He's trouble. I've got no room for trouble.

Yet caring about him has become a habit. And worrying about him keeps me up at night.

He's the heir to the empire, and I'm his father's overworked assistant. He's my boss's son-off-limits, impossible, dangerous.

But when he looks at me... God help me, I burn.

Brody Johnson might just be the one complication I'm willing to risk everything for.