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Chapter 1

Is Mr. Fuckable back from his trip yet? Should we get drinks at 5?

Bria checked the text from Kassidy and smiled to herself.

Her best friend worked in the editorial department on the floor below hers at the headquarters of Carter Media Group, Inc., and they got together once a week to decompress and sometimes bitch about their lives, their jobs, and the lack of eligible men in a city the size of Boston.

And of course, gossip about the scary hot Ashton Carter, who Bria worked directly under.

Mr. Carter, had been gone for the past eight days on business, and he’d given her pages and pages of notes that he needed organized as soon as he got in.

“Texting during company time?” a cool voice asked from just over her shoulder.

Bria turned and saw that Ashton Carter was standing there watching her with an enigmatic look on his face.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were already back from your trip,” she said, putting her phone down.

She was always startled by Mr. Carter, though, even when he wasn’t surprising her by coming up behind her.

His very presence had an effect on her like nothing else—made her feel tongue tied and young and incompetent.

“I’m back and there’s lots still to do,” Ashton said. “So I hope you weren’t counting on leaving anytime soon.”

It was as if he’d somehow been reading her texts with Kassidy.

Or her mind.

Either way, she was blushing now with embarrassment. “I’m here as long as you need me,” Bria replied. Even that seemed to come out wrong.

All Ashton Carter did was nod his head once, turn on his heel, and retreat to his office. Bria watched his broad back as he walked away from her in his expensive, perfectly tailored suit.

When his office door slammed shut, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Bria typed into her phone.

Can’t make it till 8 at the earliest…Boss says lots to do still

Kassidy replied with a sad face emoji.

It seemed like all Bria did was sleep, work and then sleep again. Not that she could complain. This job gave her enough money to pay for her sister’s medical treatment, which was all Bria really cared about.

Who needed a social life? It wasn’t like she had time for anything or anyone else right now.

Not that any of that mattered to her boss, the Ashton Carter of Carter Media Group, Inc.

His social life was just fine, judging by the number of phone calls from women that Bria forwarded to his voicemail every day. She’d gotten good at heading them off before they got too pushy. Not an easy task when they seemed to appear and disappear faster than she could keep up.

Stephanie Seymour in legal wore fuck me heels whenever she came up to meet with Ashton, which seemed to be quite often lately.

Even if she didn’t have the firsthand knowledge of the way women wanted him, Bria would still have known he was a player. The tabloids loved him. Loved to speculate about the women on his arm, always a different one, wherever he went.

Yet Bria had never seen more than a polite indifferent smile on his face in any of the photos.

It was almost as if he did it specifically for the publicity, because in every article and blurb, they mentioned his company name. Ashton Carter, Media mogul, President of Carter Media Group. A self made billionaire. Eligible bachelor.