He's my best friend's brother. My new boss. And I'm not the good girl everyone thinks I am.

What am I doing on the front steps of my childhood crush on a Monday morning?

Well, he is my new boss.

He doesn't know it yet, but who am I to deny him the surprise?

A few days ago, I got fired, and like the responsible person I am, I found a new job. On the other side of the country. At my best friend's brother's company. Without him knowing I was coming. To be fair, I didn't know he wasn't the one who hired me. Well, hired is a bit of a strong word here.

Okay. Fine. I showed up at his front door.

He wants to kick me out. I can see it in his shocked eyes. But how to explain to his little sister that he refused to give me a job? Or to his mom that he kicked me to the curb? And I'm definitely good at being a personal assistant.

We just have to get along in the office. Easy-peasy. Well, we should also ignore the sparks flying when we are together. And the fact that he is ten years older than me. And my boss. And my best friend's older brother.

Like I said, easy-peasy.