I have a confession. I hate bachelorette parties. A night of awkward dancing, penis-shaped straws and being told “you're next, Kaitlyn!” Even worse: It's hosted at a super swanky Miami club where I stick out like a sore thumb. Couldn’t get any worse, right?

For most of Laila Diaz’s life, nothing has gone as planned. But now, things are finally looking up. On her last day working for child services, she’s scheduled to deliver an orphaned infant to his new legal guardian…grumpy Scottish billionaire Marcus Campbell.

Isabel is fifteen years too young, too kind, and far too attractive for this to be anything but a problem. Nannying requires her to move in, living close enough to reach out and grab... Not that I would. I’m old enough to know better. She’s a professional ballerina recovering from an injury, and I’m the CEO of a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. She needs a job. I need a nanny. It’s a simple win-win.

It can't get much worse than finding your fiancé banging his secretary over the back of your couch, right? Wrong. Try discovering your unforgettable, dirty talking, arrogant as f--k one-night stand is your new boss. The same man that you hate with a fiery passion but your traitorous body refuses to read the memo. I'll admit, Liam Maxwell's cockiness is not unwarranted - in the bedroom or the boardroom - but I'm a professional. I refuse to let an inconvenient attraction affect my career. I'll just have to do what I do best: Manage the situation objectively.

One spilled glass of wine and bridesmaid Ensley James is ejected from a country club wedding in the rain. Ensley looks on the bright side. That would be her longtime crush Drew Daniels. The moody, broody, skin-pricklingly sexy groomsman is tossed out with her. Waiting out a hot spring storm in a cozy shed for two, it’s time for Drew’s confession: he’s strictly a one-nighter. Ensley’s dare? Give her three date nights and see where it goes.