Why am I fake-dating this hot, grumpy billionaire? Blame it on cake!My horrible landlord just kicked me out of my apartment. All my dreams of making it as a chef in this city are ruined - until my grumpy boss offers me his luxury penthouse kitchen. The price? Living with Luke Abbot, the steely-eyed devil in a seven thousand dollar business suit.He wants us to fake-date so he looks like a "family man" to his investors.I've got no choice. I need his large, throbbing, perfectly proportionate.... kitchen to win a once-in-a-lifetime recipe contest! How bad can it be?Well... I just walked in on his six pack, wet and dripping after a shower...And now he's rolling up his sleeves and cracking eggs for me, as my very own arrogant sous-chef. What's worse is how he sees the fake cheerfulness I show the rest of the world and demanding to know the real me.I can't open up and risk my heart. Especially when everyone keeps saying he's a ruthless liar, just buttering me and my cake pans up for his business deal.What's happening between us can't be real, right?