Grumpy billionaire Everett Dorsey is the definition of why I swore off relationships.
He's arrogant, broody, and too hot for his--or my--own good.
He is literally everything I don't want. Not in a boss and certainly not in a boyfriend.
Granted, what I want doesn’t matter. He’s made the rules we’re playing by very clear.
No mixing business with pleasure.
Yet, the only thing more aggravating than watching women fall at his feet is the fact that I dream of being the one on my knees.
And the longer I walk the line he’s drawn, the blurrier it becomes.
Breaking his rules might just mean breaking my heart.
Maybe I should have just taken the damned severance package.
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