About the book: year / He is the largest billionaire who turned the family business into an empire. Money is not important to him, but the company is his whole life. And then his eccentric mother bequeaths it all to a little dog. I'm Vicky, the trainer. (Not exactly, of course, but that’s what my elderly neighbor always said). When she dies, she surprises everyone by leaving billions of dollars to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his guardian. Suddenly I'm an online store manager and find myself in an elegant boardroom on Wall Street with Smuckers on my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, known only as the most eligible bachelor in New York, is sitting across the table from me. Rumor has it that Henry is a business genius who is as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Of course he's great. Sex-in-a-suit that costs seven thousand dollars. But... He is arrogant and terribly infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist that I didn't steal from his mother. He thinks he can intimidate me, buy me, control me, even seduce me. Henry may have the women of Manhattan who look into his mouth, but I have the right to call assholes the rich guys who think they own the world. There is no way his evil smile will charm ME, much less make ME jump out of my panties. His evil... destructive... terribly annoying smile. Oh, who needs these panties anyway??