Enemy Boss

Maxine My high heels were dangerously high, the steps were treacherously steep, and I would surely have fallen and broken my neck if a drop-dead gorgeous stranger had not stepped in and rescued me.

The stars were out, the night was young, the banter was delicious, and he was irresistible, so I did what I NEVER did.

I went home with him!

Wow! Hands down he was the best lover I'd ever had, and in the morning, we should have been eagerly exchanging phone numbers... instead we argued. He more or less called me a slut and I stormed out with the distinct impression I'd accidentally hooked up with a misogynistic brute too horrible to even contemplate.

I prayed I would never set eyes on him again, but of course, life is never that kind. Not only did I have to set eyes on his sneering face again, but I was now in a position where I had no choice but to work for the horrid man.

I told myself that night was a one off and I would never succumb to his fake charm again, but... does it ever work when you put a saucer of sweet milk in front of a cat, tell it not to drink, and leave the room?

Mmmm....