I’m having the worse Valentine’s Day…EVER. Then cupid pulls back his bow again. And I ain’t mad at him.
It’s Valentine’s Day.
I run to my favorite bar determined to figure out how I managed to lose my man and my inheritance in one night. The man is replaceable, but my monthly stipend is not.
I’m Hunter Preston. My friends call me Jo and I’m the only child to a media mogul. I was traveling the world, living my best life, until Daddy dropped a million-dollar bomb, annihilating my boujee world.
Double or nothing.
He gave me thirty days to pitch a million dollar business concept, or I can say goodbye to my trust fund.
So, here I am with my girls, trying to get more than selfie advice, when Ben, the sexy bartender—who either abhors me or he’s immune to my flirting—offers to help write the business plan under one condition. He wants $50,000.
$50k to get $1 mil sounds reasonable until I remember how hot he is and how off-limits he is and how he wants nothing to do with a woman like me.
I’m screwed, pass me another drink.