Never hook up with a guy you hate. Especially when he's your boss, and especially when he's your dad's best friend. Sound advice, except I didn't take it.

Working for a corporate suit was never my plan, but I needed employment and he needed a personal assistant.

Scruples aside, I took that job with the bossy, closed-off grump.

He's aggravating as hell and not my type, except -

Brock looks like fine wine and gourmet chocolate in a suit.

We went on a business trip.

Mutual desire and silken sheets at a paradise resort combined and we forgot about being off-limits.

We soared high -

and crashed and burned in the aftermath.

He left his old company and started a new one.

I got a positive pregnancy test.

The two most important men in my life came close to ruining their friendship over this off-limits romance.

Will a baby permanently end it and my chance for love forever?