I don't know whether to kill her, kiss her, or keep pretending.

When Rosie Acosta walks into my office as my new executive assistant, my world tilts off its axis.

She returns all my insults with a smile. She handles all my unreasonable demands even better than I could. She’s not intimidated by my rough edges—if anything, they seem to spur her on.

She delights in driving me out of my mind, and pretty soon, our arguing starts to feel a lot like foreplay.

But as my business partner’s sister, touching her means certain death. It means losing everything I’ve clawed my way out of the gutter to build.

The problem is, there are fates worse than death. And losing the woman who has my heart in her fist might be one of them.