Saving yourself for the perfect moment is one thing.
Saving yourself for the wrong brother?
That's a whole other story.

After ten years of pining for my best friend, I finally worked up the courage to do something about it. The plan was simple: sneak into his cabin, confess my feelings, and finally—finally—give him my v-card.

What wasn't part of the plan?

His grumpy older brother being there instead.

The same brother who now happens to be my stone-cold, devastatingly handsome new boss.
The one whose heated kisses I can't seem to forget, no matter how hard I try.

Now I'm trapped between my decade-long crush and the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy my career—and my heart.

But the real trouble started the moment I realized that maybe, I've been saving myself for the wrong brother all along.