I don’t do small talk. Don’t do mornings. Don’t do smiling. I run my firm like I ran my unit of marines—tight, quiet, no distractions. Then she walked into my office. Curvy. Gorgeous. Relentlessly cheerful. And the most irritating woman I’ve ever met. She’s my new assistant. All sunshine and questions and bright blue eyes that see too much. She hums while she works. Talks to my dog like he’s royalty. And for reasons I don’t like one bit… I can’t stop watching her. She’s off-limits. Wrong for me in every way. But I want her. Need her. And that’s the problem— Because the second I reach for her, there’s no going back. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~ Weston