James Frost is all work and no play. He's made billions as the CEO of Frost, Inc. He can broker a deal between two pissed off Irishmen and the devil, and still walk away with a smile and not a wrinkle in his Armani suit. As his assistant, I'm faced with his dashing presence every day. Can you blame a gal for having a crush? So when he asks me to help him find his perfect woman, I throw myself at him. Only James Frost would never mix business with pleasure. He's never looked at me in that way. I'm so mortified, I quit on the spot. But a freak accident leaves him with a few broken bones and amnesia, and me with a dilemma. I'm playing nursemaid, at his beck and call, until my two weeks' notice is up. And that raise I never thought I would get from him might be on the table after all. How far am I willing to go before my pride demands I cut bait and move back home to London?
