Smooth, Playboy, Billionaire.

All labels people apply to me. But the only label I actually care about is Brother.

Everything I do is for them. For the empire we built together. Women are an enjoyable distraction, that's all.

So why can't I stop thinking about the frumpy woman who's taken over my marketing department? She's constantly getting lost. She loses her shoes, and let's face it, she's just weird. I mean, yeah, she's a brilliant marketer. And ok, my brothers like her. And fine, she has a backbone of steel and stands up to me when I'm being a dick.

But no way am I going to get sucked into a relationship like my brothers have.

I am a woman on the edge.

Ok, fine, not on the edge. But I really have nothing left. So why not pick up and move to a new city, start a new job, and become a totally new person? I've never been on an Airplane or outside of New York City, but so what?

People-ing is hard. Harder than I thought. But I've gotten sucked into this big, wild family, and I kind of like it. So maybe I can start a new life. Maybe I can cross some things off my Get a New Life list.

But never in a million years did I think I'd do any of them with my boss. But suddenly, there I am, laying on top of him in a crowd of people...Whoops, that came out dirtier than it was in my head.

So what's a virgin, frump of a woman supposed to do when her sexy boss starts staring, and touching and trying to take care of her?

No really...I have no idea what I'm doing. Help!