Saving yourself for the perfect moment is one thing. Saving yourself for the wrong brother? That's a whole other story. After ten years of pining for my best friend, I finally worked up the courage to do something about it. The plan was simple: sneak into his cabin, confess my feelings, and finally— finally —give him my v-card. What wasn't part of the plan? His grumpy older brother being there instead. The same brother who now happens to be my stone-cold, devastatingly handsome new boss. The one whose heated kisses I can't seem to forget, no matter how hard I try. Now I'm trapped between my decade-long crush and the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy my career—and my heart. But the real trouble started the moment I realized that maybe, I've been saving myself for the wrong brother all along.