To whom it may concern: I quit.Preston Michael Shaw.

PMS, as I like to call him.

I don't need his job. I don't need his fancy designer suits or his arrogance or his claims that I put a hex on him, because of course a strong, empowered woman needs to put a spell on a man.

As if I want him.

Pfft. He should be so lucky.

I definitely don't need his irritating demands for caramel-coconut coffee or his fixation on being on time.

Spoiler-I'm not, ever.

I certainly don't appreciate how his touch singes my skin. Literally.

I need to stop obsessing about him. It's just hormones.

One roll in the silk sheets and I'll be over him.

But we can't sleep together until my best friend-his real assistant-comes back from vacation.

Damn his admirable morals and my flaming panties.

And now I've been cursed, because I can't resist the hottest, most annoying man I've ever known...

Author's note: His Temporary Assistant is a standalone office romantic comedy set in our small town Kensington Square, which is near Crescent Cove. It has a happily-ever-after ending and no cliffhanger.