Sleeping with the Frenemy

I’ve never had high expectations for Valentine’s Day, but this one takes the cake.
Not that there’s any cake involved. I can’t afford any.
I’m stuck trying to save my family’s crumbling motor lodge. Ever since the Valenti Family moved into town and built their roadside monstrosity of a hotel, the lodge gets more bills than paying guests.
Worse, the Valentis have bought most of my family’s debts, making them our biggest creditor. If they can’t drive us out of business, they’ll just buy us and force us to fold. The whole family is rotten. As my grandmother says, I wouldn’t cross the street to spit on one. I wouldn’t want to get that close.
I especially wouldn’t want to get anywhere near Chase Valenti, the family golden boy. The one time I ventured too close to him, it didn’t take me long to find out he’s the worst Valenti of all. Arrogance and selfishness in a pretty wrapper.
And best forgotten. I have enough to worry about.
Like preserving my family’s livelihood. If I have any hope of saving the lodge, I have to get a second job. Fast. There are just a few minor problems.
The only job available in my hometown is at the Valenti Hotel.
It’s an entry-level housekeeping job.
My new boss is Chase Valenti.
And I can’t seem to stop sleeping with him.