Mr. Irresistible. It's in black and white beneath his yearbook photo for all to see. Tyler Cannon: All-American jock, prom king, and our very own hometown hero. A triple threat. He was the most popular guy in school, getting whatever-and whoever-handed to him on a silver platter. Even though we ran in similar circles and had most of our classes together, I was invisible to him. Not once was I ever his flavor of the week. Not that I wanted to be. Nope, not at all. I mean, who would want his big, strong hands caressing their body or his green eyes piercing straight into their soul? Ten years have passed, and my childhood crush has mostly dwindled. Sure, he still crosses my mind sometimes-usually at night-but hardly a blip on my radar. Until I find myself working as his personal assistant. I spent years being invisible to this would-be god. I'd like to see him ignore me now. Only, we're constantly at war. Nothing good ever comes from wanting your boss. There's a fine line between love and hate, and we're dancing precariously close to the edge. Contains mature themes.