It all started with a sexy selfie. Texted to the wrong number. Oops. Not my finest moment--but I have nothing to be ashamed of. She thought I was no better, and I quote, than the knuckle-dragging douche-bags she was never dating again. It was a stupid dare from a girl I'd met online, but since she'd given me a fake number, I didn't feel bad that my interests were suddenly focused elsewhere--on the fiery and sharp-tongued, Peyton that I found myself sparring with over text for the rest of the evening. The following day, my case of mistaken identity came back to bite me in the banana. When I strolled into the office, I was introduced to Peyton as the new client I needed to win over. The Peyton, in case you're not tracking. And let's just say she had my full attention. Brains? Check. Beauty? Oh yeah. And the best part? She hated me on sight. Dear God, do I love a challenge. Let the games begin. It all started with a sexy selfie... texted to the wrong number. Not Josh's finest moment-- it was a stupid dare from a girl he'd met online, but she'd given him a fake number. The receiver: fiery and sharp-tongued, Peyton, who texts with Josh for the rest of the evening. The following day Josh arrives at the office to discover that Peyton is the new client he needs to win over. Brains? Check. Beauty? Oh yeah. And the best part? She hated him on sight. Fortunately, Josh loves a challenge.... -- adapted from back cover
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