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He's the bad boy...but I'm the one breaking all the rules. I've always been the quintessential good girl. I don't just follow the rules - I write them. As an advice columnist, I'm always telling people how to not screw up their lives. So you'd think I'd know better than to bang some random guy in a bar bathroom. But nope. Apparently not. Now, I've got even bigger problems, though. Because it turns out that wasn't just some random guy. It was Tyler Grant. Rich. Playboy. Devastatingly gorgeous. Oh, and the publisher of my new dating-advice book.

Working for my ex-boyfriend? Sure. But falling for him again? That's a deal breaker. Dancing around my office in my bra isn't exactly the way I'd have chosen to run into my ex for the first time in 12 years, but what can I say? Wes Lake has always had a knack for showing up at the most inopportune times. Unfortunately, he also has a knack for leaving. That's why I've made every effort to put him out of my head - and my heart. But this time, he needs my help.

Throwing muffins at my ex in the office break room wasn't exactly on today's agenda. Neither was getting asked to take a not-so-voluntary leave from my job as a corporate lawyer. Just until I could get my personal life in order, they said, which you know is code for get your sh*t together. But when life hands you lemons - well, you make for the nearest dive bar and drown your sorrows in wine and gooey grilled cheese. Of course, it doesn't hurt if they're being served by Manhattan's hottest bartender, Jace Whittaker.

Some women just have it - that combination of stunning looks and sexual confidence that brings men to their knees. Not me. My last boyfriend once fell asleep while we were...you know. Not my proudest moment. And my crush on my hot, arrogant, and oh-so-unattainable CEO? Never going to happen. But one night, after too much wine, I find myself online, creating a profile for a sex kitten called SweetVixen. Safe behind my computer screen, I'm suddenly the seductive goddess of my wildest imagination.

When my father died, I lost a hero and a role model - and inherited a floundering furniture company. So I do what any dutiful daughter would do - I leave behind my burgeoning fashion label and come home to Chicago to sit at the helm of Bailey Living, the company my father spent his life building. But righting a sinking ship is hard work, so when I meet an unbelievably hot guy at an industry party, it seems like a perfect way to let off a little steam. It's supposed to be a one-night stand. Completely forgettable. Except nothing about Luke or the night we spend together is even remotely forgettable.