I have the worst boss in New York City.
And I am sick and tired of breaking his dates, picking up his dry cleaning, doing his job for him, and recently he's hit an all-time low when he woke me up and asked me to bring him a bottle of cold water while he jogged through my neighborhood. I didn't think he paid attention to me long enough to know where I live!
I will take some accountability here. After all, there's a method to his madness.
My boss's name is Orion Lord. And when Orion asks me to shoot for the moon on his behalf, he's never a jerk about it. He does it while gracing me with his spellbinding smirk and hypnotizing me with his sultry eyes. Orion is a shameless flirt and King of the modern-day rakes, being that he's charming, gorgeous, and oh so seductive. But he's also notoriously uncatchable ladies, so don't even try.
However, I've had enough of this pampered billionaire playboy, who's actually very smart and capable when he puts his mind to it. But he never puts his mind to it.
I'm done. And as soon as I'm ready to slap Orion with my two-week notice, he tasks me with being his date for his brother's Las Vegas wedding weekend.
I can't say no because I need my final paycheck, and for some odd reason, he sweetens the deal. It's as if he knows I'm going to quit. Hmm...
But we're now in Vegas. Last night there was a big party. It's the next morning, the day of the wedding, and something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
I wake up naked in someone else's bed and can't remember how I got here.
"Who's that snoring?"
Gasp!
It's Orion, and he's not wearing anything either. What's this on my finger?
Oh no!
In a panic, I decide he can never know anything about this little scene I woke up to. I hide all the evidence and any signs that I was in his room.
But how long can I keep what happened here a secret? Especially as the boss I hate slowly becomes the man I can't live without.