Bossy Mess
They say never mix business with pleasure. Well, they have never met my sinfully delicious boss, Wesley Hartford.
He is a brooding mess of damaged goods, with the jawline of an Italian underwear model, and not to mention my office nemesis.
We are so beyond off-limits; we should be classified as restricted.
He makes me want to break every rule, and everything about him screams a bad idea.
So, naturally, I ran straight into his arms, and apparently his pants.
Nothing about us fits. We are beyond opposites. He sucks the joy out of every room, and I make it my life’s mission to leave a trail of unbridled joy everywhere I go.
Mr. Hartford is an emotionally stunted work-o-holic that never wanted love or a family.
Yet here we are in a fairy-tale relationship. Him the dark horse, and me the human unicorn, and we have the type of passion that, well… broke the bed.
But as soon as those two pink lines appeared, I knew there was so much more on the line than just our jobs…
Every fairy tale must come to an end, but this may be one boss I just can’t quit.
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