I hate Ryan Sinclair. Hate. He banged my step-mommy-dearest on her wedding day to my dad. Since that day I've gone from private jets and bottles of Veuve to working for the very jerk Ryan Sinclair that I loath. I'm trying to make sure that he stays sober and doesn't drive over a cliff. And as much as I hate him, I'm starting to care for him too. He's hot and sexy and funny and smart--but Ryan is nothing but bad news--that I can't have.