The last thing Cora Brunton wanted was attention from her new boss. I had enough in my account. When my mother got sick, I dropped out of school to take care of her. When she died eight months ago, I became the sole carer for my teenage brother, Marcus. My job as a lowly secretary - ahem... excuse me - administrative assistant was tiring, but it paid the bills and kept a roof over our heads. We survived. After fixing a contract mistake, I didn't expect to attract the attention of billionaire Jake Weston. I didn't want to be appointed executive assistant to an arrogant playboy. No one had held this position for more than four weeks, and I was not sure that I would be an exception. I didn't expect anything. Not a job. Not this person. Neither my feelings.