“Who the f--- are you?” <br> <br>“I’m Andrew—“ he stopped before saying his last name. “I own this place. Who the f--- are you?” <br> <br>Andrew Pennington realizes that his new gardener has no idea who he is, how rich, how famous. Not an auspicious beginning for a good personal working relationship. Chiara doesn’t want the new owner of the estate where she works mucking around with her work, and is resentful of his vague threats to rip out the rose garden and put in a tennis court. And Drew, for his part, doesn’t like how Chiara acts like she owns the place, or at least the gardens. <br> <br>Chiara’s life, which has been nice and quiet, involving tending flowers and planting beautiful things, is disrupted by the presence of this rude and boorish young man in her life. And Drew, who wanted a quiet place to just be, not surrounded by the trappings of his increasingly debauched life, finds her presence disruptive and disquieting, to say the least. <br> <br>How can he possibly be attracted to her, the chubby daughter of his gardener? <br> <br>How can she possibly be attracted to him, her brooding, obnoxious playboy boss? <br> <br>But opposites do attract, don’t they?