Executive Rule

I live my life by a set of rules.

It’s how I got to be CEO of a Fortune 500 company at just thirty-two, and how I’ve stayed at the top of my game for the last five years. I follow the same schedule every day, eat the same food, and wear one of a dozen sets of the same ten-thousand dollar suit. And that’s the way I like it.

Until she bursts into my office with her tacky Christmas sweaters and boisterous laughter.

Harlow Pierce. I forgot that I agreed to have an old business colleague’s daughter intern for my company over the holidays, but one look at the too young, too bright, too tempting curvy little woman, and I know an image of her will be seared onto my brain forever.

She breaks every single one of my rules, and yet for some reason, I can’t get enough of her.

I’m determined to keep her at arms’ length, but I somehow end up inviting her to a Christmas party I was going to bail on. I shouldn’t be looking at her in her dress. I shouldn’t ask her to dance. I definitely shouldn’t touch her. But one kiss, and I know I’m ruined…