"I take orders from whoever's paying me." Mark Raynor's reply was firm. "And that's your father." His attitude brooked no argument and Charlotte boiled with rage. Mark Raynor definitely didn't want to play nursemaid to a poor little rich girl. And the last thing Charlotte wanted was Mark's disapproving presence in the background spoiling her fun. Which didn't stop the sparks of attraction flaring between them. But was that enough on which to build a lasting relationship? Given their different life-styles, it seemed like a recipe for disaster ...