Becoming the new Marketing Manager at Tate and Cane was a game changer. I was hell bent on proving I deserved this job, and that it wasn't my cousin Sterling Quinn who had helped me score the new job title. Him being one of the CEO's best friend - didn't help the rumors. Well screw that. Ten years of sweat and hard work was the reason I was sitting in a large corner office with a killer Manhattan view. More focused than I'd ever been, it was time to take the bull by the horns. And God help the person who stood in in my way. ******** Things I left behind in Seattle, Washington: A promising career at a top marking firm, the past I was desperate to escape, and obviously my sense of direction. It was because of all of those reasons I was standing in the middle of New York City lost and cursing at my phone. If I didn't get to Tate and Cane soon, I wouldn't only be late, but also blow the chance to make the good impression on my new boss, Mason Quinn. And I needed that more than anything. One wrong turn, an unfortunate collision, and an expensive suit drenched in my soy chia tea latte was not how I wanted to start my first day. Then there was the other little problem I had. The drop dead gorgeous man whose suit I'd ruined was my new boss. And boy did he look pissed.