Blue Collar Billionaires

I never finish a project late. Ever. So, when sassy, stilettoed Vivian Vandemark swaggers in with a roll of red tape to shut down my construction site, you can imagine my reaction. Although, it involves a sledgehammer and perfectly good drywall, so maybe you can’t. She doesn’t look or act like any government employee I’ve met, and I’m determined to uncover her secrets. When I lean in, I lean in hard. But so does Vivian. Now that we’re incinerating the bedsheets, we’re in way over our heads. What started out as physical infatuation quickly morphs into more.

The day you overhear your best friend say she’d like to have sex with you is a damn good day. Cris always takes care of me at work. What’s wrong with me taking care of one of her needs? Besides, it’d only be temporary. One breathless encounter later, I learn two things: First, we are compatible in ways that exceed our working relationship, and second, she’s chosen me to be her first. Most guys might balk at the responsibility. Not me. Put me in, coach.

Once upon a time, I met Talia Richards at a charity fundraiser, and my world stopped on a dime. When she proposed that I work with her on a project, I leapt at the chance. Months later, I’ve only seen her twice since that fateful night - twice. I’m dying. The day I cave in and fly out to visit her, I watch as she is unfairly fired by a pair of dimwits - one of whom is quickly acquainted with my fist. I sweep in and offer Talia a contract to work for me, as long as she doesn’t mind moving into the townhouse next door....