I’ve already got a crazy mother and a meddling cousin driving me insane. I don’t need a curvy little spitfire stomping around my office, giving me grief. But I do need Ava Matthews in front of the camera, modeling for my new campaign. Especially if it means getting her out of her clothes and into my bed.

Her terms? One million dollars.

I should be ashamed of how fast I accepted that deal. Spoiler Alert: I’m not. I’m not ashamed of how fast I dragged her to a chapel in Vegas and put my ring on her finger, either. And I’m absolutely not ashamed of how far I’ll go to keep it there. She’s mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to convince her that we’re permanent.

This gorgeous little cat lady is going down.

My plan for my life involved getting bossed around by my cat. It didn’t include getting bossed around by Reese Donovan, bosshole extraordinaire. But I accepted a job as his assistant anyway.

I wasn’t supposed to agree to model for him or wake up married to him. And I absolutely wasn’t supposed to fall for the grouch. But there’s something about this gorgeous man that I can’t resist…especially when he’s working his magic on my body.

But spinster cat lady, I can handle. Brokenhearted cat lady? Not so much.

If I’m just an elaborate game to him, I might burn his stupid company to the ground. Or use my million dollars to train attack cats. Either will do.