Rough Around the Edges by Laura Westbrook

If I knew how rough around the edges my new boss would be, I wouldn’t have lied on my resume to get the job.
You’d think billionaires have better things to do than change the office light bulbs with a beer in hand, but Jackson Hughes is one of those roll-up-the-sleeves types. He’s insufferable to be around, although I can’t help but stare whenever he enters a room.
Since I told him I have three years of accounting experience, he makes me his new bookkeeper, which was his first mistake. But then I overhear him talking to a banker on the phone about what the company is worth, and that can only mean one thing. If he sells the company, my job is toast, and so is my only opportunity to spend time with him, which, as much as I hate to admit, I’m enjoying more and more. But there’s no way I’m falling for this guy.