Three days ago, I didn’t even know Simon Cambridge existed. If it wasn’t for one drunken night out with my friends, I would never have met Mr. Cocky Pants. I certainly never would have entered into a bet with him if I’d known then what I know now. And if I hadn’t lost the bet, I wouldn’t have to work for him for the next month. Today is only day one, and he’s already driving me crazy.
Ms. Gemma Whitestone,
I expected you in the office at 7 a.m. You’re tardy. Not a great look for your first day.
I’d hardly call you my boss. It’s not like I wanted this job. I’ll be in as soon as I can make it.
Doing you a favor,
If this is just a favor, then I know something else I’d prefer more. Meet me at my place at 10 p.m.
Your boss and soon-to-be lover,
That’s not appropriate language to be used with a member of your employ. I will be there in thirty minutes.
Your secretary for a month,
P.S. If anything were to go down, it would be at my place, not yours.
Send me the address, and I’ll come right now.
As I stared at the emails on my phone, I contemplated not showing up. Having the cocky, grumpy, irresistibly handsome Simon Cambridge as my boss for the next thirty days would test every part of me, and I wasn’t sure I would last two days without ripping him to pieces or ripping his shirt off. And I wasn’t really sure which one I wanted to do most.
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To wolf Antonio Marchesi it was all about winning.
Poor little lamb Callie Rowney didn’t even realize it was a game.
All my life I’ve been called too nice.
When my new college roommate asked to switch beds, I said “sure.”
When she asked me to attend a function for her because she was hungover, I said “why not.”
When the masked man asked me for the special phrase, I repeated the words she’d told me.
And now I’m in a ballgown at an event to marry the elusive Antonio Marchesi, a man I’ve never even heard of. I should be excited. Every other girl here seems to be. But then my roommate texts me, “I’m so sorry,” and I wonder what she’s gotten me involved in.
All my life I’ve been called an unfeeling monster.
A man that is incapable of love.
That’s why my father has arranged this gathering to find me a wife. Someone to procreate and continue our dynasty.
I have no interest in getting married. I am not the catch these women think I am.
But then I spy the woman in the silver dress, escaping down a tree and I decide to follow her.
She has no idea who I am. And that delights me.
She thinks I’m there to help her.
Only I know better.