This grumpy billionaire has mistaken my house for a hotel. But hey, who am I to correct him? It’s been a slow season. My honey has barely sold, and the bills are piling up. How hard can it be to take care of a guest? He's difficult, though. He’s stern, impossible to please, and distractingly handsome. Worst of all, he’s starting to suspect. A few more days. That’s all I need to last. A few more days in his good graces—and out of his bed.