Flying to snowy Montana for my best friend's wedding is the last thing I want to be doing when I have a big promotion on the line at work.

Being stranded in a snowy Montana lodge in the middle of nowhere even less.

Even if I am stranded with a sexy-as-sin pilot who tempts me with all-night gaming marathons, afternoon snowball fights, and intimate dinners for two.

And did I mention that kiss?

I'm just getting used to the idea that maybe what happens in Montana doesn't have to stay in Montana when I learn the truth of who this guy is.

Not only is he a billionaire hotel mogul, but he's the billionaire hotel mogul who owns the very hotel where I work.

As in.he's my boss.

Serendipitous, right?

Not when my best friend happens to be the grandmaster in an infamous marry-a-billionaire scheme.

Now the guy thinks the whole thing was a setup from the start.

Returning to work and moving on from my heartache might be harder than I thought.

Because he's still my boss. Something he's not ready to let me forget.