On Rachel’s twenty-seventh birthday, she wishes to finally find a rewarding job. What she doesn’t wish is to drink a boatload of wine, sleep with a tattooed bad boy, and drunk email her boss in one glorious, career-ending move. Her only saving grace: she barely remembers that reckless night.
Unfortunately, her luck has gone from bad to worse.
Now she’s competing against her infuriating one-night stand for her dream job, and he wants another taste. Fat chance, buddy. She will ignore Jimmy’s shaggy black hair and five-day scruff, because that man is going down.
Which is exactly what he offers with that dirty mouth of his.