Lincoln My life is going to hell in a handbasket. My bitter rival just stole the technology I spent millions to design and passed it off as his. Now I have less than two weeks to come up with a miracle, or lose everything I've worked all my life for. Into this hot mess comes my ex-wife. This is the woman who fought me tooth and nail for custody of my daughter. She shows up at my office, drops my kid at reception, and flies off to Europe. So now I have a child, no nanny, and nothing in place to care for my little girl. To top it all, my new Senior Engineer walks into my office. A juicy, blonde spitfire who heats up my blood and makes me want to forget my number one rule: Do NOT Sleep With Your Employees. Sam The owners of multi-million dollar companies should be pot-bellied middle aged men who smell of cigars. Not Lincoln Cage. Nope. A girl could drown in his stormy eyes. She could even mould her body against those very hard muscles. Not me, obviously, just a general observation. I'm not looking for a relationship and I've got too much self-respect to sleep with my boss. Especially, since he is the most arrogant, demanding, bad-tempered, cocky jerk I've ever met.