Vivian
I don’t do one-night stands. Really. I don’t.
I don’t approach strangers at bars; I don’t go home with men whose last names I don’t know, and I definitely don’t have the best sex of my life with someone I’ll never see again. Even that gorgeous man with the dry humor, the sharp jaw, and the sinful hands?
Except, I did. All of it.
One incredible, rule-breaking night. But then…
Monday happens.
He’s standing in my boss’s office. Tailored suit. Ice in his voice. Zero recognition on his face.
Matthew Astor. CEO. My boss’s older brother.
And for the next two weeks, he’s MY boss.
He calls me Ms. Olivers like he’s never heard me scream his name. I call him Mr. Astor like I don’t know exactly what’s under that suit. Nobody at the office knows what happened between us.
My body, unfortunately, did not get the memo.
Two weeks. I just have to survive two weeks.
I am not going to survive two weeks.
Am I?