Sweet

Chemistry is not love.That's what my boss, the grumpy single dad with brilliant green eyes, says anyway.I have my V-card. He's ten years older than me. I work for him.Nate Hughes has a million reasons why a relationship between us would never work. Honestly? It's all a farce.He can't deny our connection. His soft smiles, brief touches, and protective behaviors come too easily. And when I need a place to stay? He can't stop himself from offering me a room-though I'd prefer his bed. After all, there are sparks-delicious, sizzling sparks-when we're together.Our forced proximity brings things to a head. Our shared experiences and traumas draw us closer. Our undeniable attraction has us toeing the line between friends and lovers-whether Nate likes it or not.He's right-chemistry is not love. But that doesn't mean that I won't fall in love with him … even if he can't love me back.