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Portia
There’s nothing like getting fired by an over-educated dumb person on Christmas Eve!
Even worse, I’m not the first person my cantankerous-jerk bosshole pulled this on.
It isn’t fair. Not to mention I’m now broke.
It’s a good thing I have my match-making business to fall back on, but somebody must stop Christian’s bullying before his over-inflated-bobble head gets even bigger.
And bobblier.
That somebody might as well be me.
Christian
Lofty sacrifices are my mantra as I strive to build my Coffee Loft empire.
I want to be the top boss, with my feet up on a mahogany desk. My lightly iced, half-caff, Grande, 5-pump, sugar free, cinnamon dolce, almond milk latte with whip in one hand and the keys to my Mercedes in the other.
Goals.
Making my family proud of me is all I ever dreamed about, and I’ll eliminate anything that gets in my way.
I’ve already forgotten little Miss Attitude, who I just fired. That is until she returns with a diabolical plan to steal all my customers.
Pardon my French Press is a forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn, sweet romantic comedy with a HEA. It’s perfect for fans of wholesome comedy and swoony kisses.