So when I smell a juicy story brewing at my brother’s Wall Street investment firm, I’ll do whatever it takes to get my scoop.
One clever disguise later, I’m deep undercover as the firm’s newest broker, simultaneously gathering intel and spouting off stock tips like a boss.
Go me, right?
Sure, it sounds good on paper, but there’s a catch: The actual
Chief Executive Panty-melter Jack Holt is cocky. Infuriating. And one smoldering look has me ready to violate every rule in the employee handbook.
Thank God my assignment has an expiration date. Because falling for my brother’s best friend and business partner is a lose-lose proposition. Right?
In the market for a hot tip? Here’s one.
Don’t bang your best friend’s little sister. Especially when she’s an investigative journalist and your company is the target of her latest.
Unfortunately I’ve got a hard-on for high-risk bets, and I’m more than eager to invest my considerable
stock holdings in Ellie Seyfried’s… ahem
… glorious assets.
Friends with fringe benefits is a sweet deal, but it’s not long before I’m falling harder than the post-bubble Nasdaq, hooked on Ellie’s sweet smile and determination to make the world a better place.
There’s only one problem…
When it comes to risking my money, I’ve mastered every trick in the book. But how the hell do I risk my heart?