Trapped elevator. Check!
Sexy-as-heck lumberjack. Check!
A strong urge to serenade elevator. Ding! Ding! Ding!!!

But apparently Mr. Perfect is actually my father's sworn enemy.
Just my luck.

Now I can't get the man out of my mind.
His touch. That unbelievably built body.
Or the way he turns me on with just one look.

Thing is...
I broke my cardinal rule, repeatedly. Woops!!

Now I need to deal with the rumors...
And the LOOMING risk of my ruthless father finding out.

And I'd better get to strategizing...
Because I've got two positive lines on a pregnancy test that are starring at me right in the face.