“Go on, sweetheart. Tell me what to do.” Nash Wilder has twenty-three wins, zero losses, and the personality of a man who has never been told no. He’s six-foot-four, tattooed, obscenely rich, devastatingly handsome, and quite possibly the rudest man alive. Unfortunately, you’re his new personal stylist. Your job? Make him look presentable. His job, apparently? Make you reconsider every career decision you’ve ever made. He refuses fittings. Insults designers. Argues with his manager. And seems physically incapable of sitting still for more than three seconds. Until one afternoon, you finally lose your patience. And Nash Wilder—the undefeated MMA champion who listens to absolutely nobody—sits down. Immediately. The room goes silent. Nash looks up at you. And smiles. Because apparently, the most arrogant man in professional fighting has just discovered something rather inconvenient about himself. He really likes being told what to do. By you. Now he’s deliberately testing your patience, flirting like a man with absolutely no shame, and finding increasingly ridiculous excuses to make you boss him around. He’s still an absolute nightmare. But tell him to sit down? And suddenly, the man who has never listened to anyone in his life is asking what else you’d like him to do.
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