Dear Mr. Hunt,

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Please accept my application as your roommate.

I know you’re a regular at my bar, but I need a new place more than I need to avoid patrons.

And I hear you’ve got a room you can’t seem to fill because you’re such a grouch.

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Well, I can deal with that.

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See, until a few months ago, I thought I’d be dancing on Broadway.

But now I’ve been kicked out of the nest, left to serve drinks with nothing more than a bad knee and a high school diploma.

Who knew being the life of the party and the neighborhood flirt wouldn’t pay?

 

Just one rule: no funny business.

I’ve had enough bad boyfriends to last a lifetime, so I don’t want to come home to one more.

 

We’re both adults, right?

I can forget that almost kiss if you can.

 

xoxo,

Joni

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This dual POV STANDALONE will include the following tropes:- grumpy/sunshine- roommates to lovers- billionaire- age gap- fake relationship