Designed for Disaster

<p><strong>First Coffeezilla torpedoes my career as a barista.</strong></p><p><strong>Then he dangles my dream job like a carrot on a stick.</strong></p><p><strong>So what do I do? Make a deal with the devil.</strong></p><p> </p><p>I learned the hard way: trust no one.</p><p>That's why I'm stuck serving lattes in the first place.</p><p>Then Trent Saunders aka Satan waltzes in.</p><p> </p><p>Mr Hot Shot is too busy barking into his phone to stop and read.</p><p>Is it my fault he missed the big DO NOT USE sign on the table?</p><p>Ok maybe I shouldn't have laughed when he spilled coffee all over himself.</p><p>But he deserved it.</p><p> </p><p>And for that the Table Tyrant got me fired!</p><p>At least I got the last word. Or so I thought...</p><p> </p><p>Because it turns out this gorgeous grump is the answer to my professional prayers.</p><p>He wants me to design high-end furniture for his grandmother.</p><p>A sweet old woman who mistakes me for his girlfriend.</p><p> </p><p>And does this genius bosshole correct her?</p><p>No! He asks me to play along!</p><p>Which means I'm stuck fake dating a man I loathe.</p><p> </p><p>What's even more annoying? He might not be a <em>total</em> villain.</p><p>He's actually kind of sweet. Sometimes.</p><p>But I'm not about to fall for his whole nice guy' routine.</p><p> </p><p>I mean what kind of a woman would I be if I fell for a jerk?</p>