"Dr. Brady saw my bra.
And then I set him on fire.
All in all, the whole debacle had been his fault, and after I got over my embarrassment, I was going to make him pay. "

Being a young, semi-talented artist with big dreams is hard enough for June Matthews, but to make matters worse, her boss is a total dick. Dr. Amos Brady, a neurosurgeon, and unapologetic a-hole, seems determined to make his secretarys life miserable. When Dr. Brady rudely points out that her stripper underwear is showing, June decides shes had enough. Well, okay, she hadnt meant to set his pants on fire, but she isn't mad about it, either. That is, until their office manager makes everyone go to a wilderness retreat to foster communication and force everyone to get along. June doesnt intend to get along with Dr. Brady but she does intend to get even.

Amos barely notices the fuming pocket doll reincarnation marching around indignantly under his nose. Hes got bigger problems than June Matthews. His research in the field of connectomics has hit an enormous snag, and now his office manager thinks they need a weekend in the Tetons to improve office morale. Nobody has time for that. But then June tries to play a prank on Brady at their retreat, and her spectacular failure lands her in his bed and under his body. The encounter has Dr. Brady rethinking his initial assumptions about quirky June Matthews. Has she always been that sparkly? He isnt sure what he would do with a sprinkle-covered cupcake like June, but hes willing to take a taste and find out. Even if she does drive him crazy.

Enemies-to-lovers, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, and laugh-out-loud hijinks weave together a spicy story about the grumpiest of bosses falling for the brightest of sunshines.