It was supposed to be a one-night stand. Lust was the only thing they had in common. Roxy Quinn-tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and beautiful badass-thought she'd never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy, British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot broken-hearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her. After a lifetime trapped in his parents' legacy, Edward's rendezvous with the scowling vixen is a glimpse of glorious freedom. But it's not freedom he needs now. What he needs is to find the right wife to fulfill the terms of his trust fund before he loses it all. Roxy, with her ripped stockings and delectable secret piercings, is definitely not that kind of wife. But their paths cross again when Edward and Roxy are inconveniently paired up in a business school mentoring program. It has to be a strictly professional relationship. No kissing. No sex. Definitely no dark alley trysts after dancing together all night. Oops.