Raise your hand if you’ve ever done this. Written a racy message and sent it to—oops—the wrong person. Yeah, me too. Except, I sent my latest Tales of a Naughty Virgin column detailing my fantasies about my hot, charming, thoroughly bangable next-door-neighbor to…MY ENTIRE COMPANY. Did I mention I’m a children’s book editor? Well, I was. *Facepalm* At least the column goes viral, but I’m still the gal who gets fired for her not-safe-for-work thoughts about the so-called “Mister Sexy Pants.” Now I need a job stat, so I jump on the first opportunity. And I come face to face with my new boss. Mister Sexy Pants himself. Item number one on my to-do list? Make sure my boss never finds out his alter ego…since all of New York knows I want Mister Sexy Pants to punch my virgin club card. Number two? Don't fall for the man as I get to know my hot boss, who's kind, caring, sexy as sin.