In Her Candy Jar by Alina Jacobs

Mace
Discipline is what separates the successful from the fakers.I am always fully in control of my company, my family, and my life. Even my diet is perfectly regulated—that includes no candy.Except when my new assistant sprays chocolate sauce all over me and passes out drunk in my car, it marks the point where my control over everything starts to unravel.Josie is a walking disaster and some sort of sugar addict.And she’s determined to turn me into a fiend for her candy.

Josie
Routines are the enemy of life. I live to be spontaneous.My new billionaire boss looks like he needs something sweet in his life. I graciously offered to let him stick his hand in my candy jar.It has salt water taffy and gummy worms! I can’t believe he thought it was inappropriate!I feel sorry for the guy. His little brothers are miserable, his PowerPoints are uninspired, and his life is seriously lacking in joy. And candy.Thought if I’m being honest, I could use a little more discipline. My YOLO, fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants philosophy already sent my life into a tailspin.It cost me the entirety of my life savings.I’m living in a dilapidated tiny house that’s trying to kill me.I regularly eat chocolate chips and boxed wine for dinner.In an effort to redeem myself, I set out to show Mace that I wasn’t a clumsy, car destroying, electronic-killing, accident-prone, walking disaster. That lasted all of five minute before I set his seaweed and quinoa lunch on fire. Yeah, I didn’t know that was a thing either. I can tell I’m a bad influence. I see him lick his lips when we’re alone. I just have to convince him to take one little bite…Because once he has a taste, he’s going to want to stick his whole face in my candy jar!