He dipped his pen in my company ink. But I didn't know he was the damn boss.
Last night, he was the tattooed surfer who made me scream his name. This morning . . . he's my new grumpy boss. And he's demanding I report to his office.
When I walk in all I see is naughty blue eyes and a panty-melting smile. He hands me a company bulletin. No workplace romance allowed.
So we play office during the day. And house at night.
But there's a rule. No strings. And his heart is too cold to pierce.
It's all fun and games until my time of the month never comes. He may be a bad boy, but this good girl will get her happily ever after.
