Max Hilton is my high school nemesis turned billionaire. And tomorrow I deliver his lunch order. In a cat costume.You know he’s going to love it. He’ll smile that smirky smile, sitting there all superior in his gleaming tower, the wealthiest and most notorious playboy in all of New York, the king of everything. Turns out it wasn’t curiosity that killed the cat—it was mortification.I’m almost ready to quit my lunch delivery job, but then my roommate tosses me a copy of The Max Hilton Playbook: Ten Golden Rules for Picking up the Hottest Girl in the Room. It’s the book that catapulted him to stardom. And it’s my new bible. I’m going to use his own techniques against him. I’ll wrap him around my little finger, bring him to his knees, and crush his steely heart. Call it payback for all the single girls who had to endure legions of losers wielding his legendary tactics.But seeing Max every day, I’m discovering a side of himI didn’t even know existed--he’s not the jerky guy I thought he was. He hasthis smile he shows only to me, and it melts my heart. His touch sends shiversdown my spine. And those forbidden kisses are driving me wild.Falling for him was not in my plan.Am I breaking his rules or will his rules break me first?
