Why am I fake-dating this hot, grumpy billionaire? Blame it on cake! My horrible landlord just kicked me out of my apartment. All my dreams of making it as a chef in this city are ruined—until my grumpy boss offers me his luxury penthouse kitchen. The price? Living with Luke Abbot, the steely-eyed devil in a seven thousand dollar business suit. He wants us to fake-date so he looks like a “family man” to his investors. I’ve got no choice. I need his large, throbbing, perfectly proportionate…. kitchen to win a once-in-a-lifetime recipe contest! How bad can it be? Well… I just walked in on his six pack, wet and dripping after a shower… And now he’s rolling up his sleeves and cracking eggs for me, as my very own arrogant sous-chef. What’s worse is how he sees the fake cheerfulness I show the rest of the world and demanding to know the real me. I can’t open up and risk my heart. Especially when everyone keeps saying he’s a ruthless liar, just buttering me and my cake pans up for his business deal. What’s happening between us can’t be real, right?