That’s my mantra until we’re sharing a sunset too beautiful for life. It’s not even the pesky way he makes me blush every flipping time we’re together. It’s not the fact that he’s snarly, demanding, horribly rich, and chiseled. It’s not the impossibly long hours working under Grump-zilla. I picked the stallion on a one-way trip to hell. Guess what? He is.īut when you’re single, broke, and barely surviving in Chicago, you hop on the gift horse offering a six-figure salary and ride. Then-for some unholy reason-Magnus Heron offered me a job.Įven his name sounds like a piece of work. I retaliated with a spray of cinnamon latte all over his Italian shoes. He picked the worst day ever to chase me off my favorite park bench. My “interview” with bosshole supreme was anything but normal. Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a fierce and hilarious office romance where two sworn enemies make undeniable lovers.
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