Josie Caplan has been cursed with curves since age twelve. Her boobs entered the room before she did, and so did the assumptions. For years, she's dodged sleazy pickup lines, unwanted stares, and "accidental" spills that always seem to land on her chest. Now working for a high-end personal assistant agency in Manhattan, Josie's strict rule is simple: Never date a client. Never trust a man who compliments her rack.

Enter Theo Dalton-reclusive billionaire tech genius, philanthropist, and supposedly blind. Josie's assigned to help him transition to his new penthouse after "an unfortunate sailing accident." He's quiet, kind, and refreshingly unflirty. Best of all, he doesn't ogle. Because, you know-he can't see.

But what Josie doesn't know is Theo isn't blind. He's faking it. After a string of gold-diggers left him cynical, he decided to play blind for one year to see who might care about the man beneath the billions.

What he didn't count on? His new assistant, with the attitude of a firecracker and the body of a pin-up, being both completely off-limits and completely irresistible.

Cue wardrobe malfunctions, wildly inappropriate assumptions, unexpected strip chess, one therapy dog named Dildo (short for Dylan Lloyd Dalton), and a whole lot of chemistry.