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They say never mix business with pleasure. Well, they have never met my sinfully delicious boss, Wesley Hartford.
He is a brooding mess of damaged goods, with the jawline of an Italian underwear model, and not to mention my office nemesis. We are so beyond off-limits; we should be classified as restricted.
He makes me want to break every rule, and everything about him screams a bad idea.
So, naturally, I ran straight into his arms, and apparently his pants.
Nothing about us fits. We are beyond opposites. He sucks the joy out of every room, and I make it my life’s mission to leave a trail of unbridled joy everywhere I go. Mr. Hartford is an emotionally stunted work-o-holic that never wanted love or a family.
Yet here we are in a fairy-tale relationship. Him the dark horse, and me the human unicorn, and we have the type of passion that, well . . . broke the bed.
But as soon as those two pink lines appeared, I knew there was so much more on the line than just our jobs . . .
Every fairy tale must come to an end, but this may be one boss I just can’t quit.
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