Cash Hunter is the lead singer of the world famous band, Alkaline. The brooding, shirtless sensation, star of the tabloids, all muscles and tattoos, has been my secret bad boy crush since I was twelve years old.
But I’m determined to stop this mad obsession somehow and find a way to forget him, so I’ve come up with a plan. My BFF thinks it’s a dumb plan, but it’s the only one I got so I’m sticking with it.
The strategy is simple. Apply for the job as his sister’s PA and once I get in there I’ll have a front seat view of the biggest singing sensation of my time. Obviously once exposed to the reality of a media manufactured god, I’ll want nothing to do with him again, right?
Now I’m here and he’s everything I knew he’d be: an arrogant smart mouthed, cocky asshole, but Cash Hunter also sets my body on fire. Every time he touches me I ignite like a flaming torch .
My plan is falling apart big time.
It appears my little sister has got herself a wickedly hot and sexy PA and her smart ass, wildcat attitude just turns me on so fucking bad it hurts.
In my world, girls don’t say no. They all want a piece of Cash Hunter. It’s use and get used, and it suits me just fine.
But Tori Diamond says no. Constantly.
It’s not like I’m thin on options or anything, but the more unobtainable she declares herself, the more she inspires the hunt and the more I want to make her mine. But It’s not my MO to chase pussy. I should fucking stop.
But I cant. Not until I’ve discovered the little taste of heaven she’s promising me..