I had a plan: nail this job interview, get the position, and pay for Nana’s meds. I was on track, too, going so far as to purchase a ridiculous pink bumblebee costume to interview in. Then my foot slipped on the gas pedal and I crashed into him. Lincoln Bentley. The hottest and oldest of the four Bentley billionaire brothers. A wrecked car shouldn’t throw a wrench in his plans, right? All I have to do is convince Lincoln I can work off my debt. Easy. But then again, no one ever called me lucky, and looking at Lincoln Bentley right now, I’m 97.52% sure I’m in trouble. The question is, what’s more at stake? My body, heart, or soul?