My summer internship at the Met is going to be hot, and the temperature has nothing to do with it. Because marble isn’t the only thing that’s hard at this museum. My cocky boss’ body is as chiseled as Adonis. His lips as sculpted as David. And his ego is the size of the Guggenheim. You know the type—wolfish smile and the gravity of a black hole. The kind of man who sucks all the air from the room the second he enters it. He thinks this internship was wasted on me, and he doesn’t hesitate to let me know. But he’s wrong, and I’m going to prove it to him. If I can stay away from his devilish lips, that is. Lips that cut me down and kiss me in the same breath, leaving me certain he’s on a mission to ruin my life. And maybe my heart, too.