Giving my brother’s best friend my v-card was my pleasure.

Finding out he’s my new bosshole is a major buzzkill.

My plan was simple. Move to L.A., get a job, study law, and be more than a model.

Everything was on track until the 4th of July bonfire festival on the beach.

A few drinks later, I met Mr. Ooh La La, a gorgeous sex god who has me instantly feeling tequila wet.

A rush of skinny-dipping, sand beneath our bodies and fireworks in the sky. It was a night full of drunken and exhilarating explosions. Aah...my happy ending!

Except, it wasn’t.

Holy twist! My mystery hotty is none other than Callum Prescott—an impatient grump, a total jerk, and my new Bosshole. 

His denial of our night together as I stand gawking in front of him like a goldfish is the last straw. 

I can’t decide whether I want to punch him or kiss him. Maybe I’ll do both.

It’s game on—but can my tumbling heart play by the rules and survive the crash?