Seriously...no...it can’t be.
He always treated me like a dirty little secret. And now he’s my boss.
Twelve years ago, John McQueen promised we’d stay friends after one delicious night together. It’s impossible to forget his godlike body and piercing blue eyes. But after being bullied so much, I couldn’t.
Getting your heart broken time after time never feels good. What’s that saying? It hurts me to hate him, but loving him is worse.
And now I have to work for him.
I wonder if he’s still the same tempting, awful jerk I fell for.
At this point in my life, with eviction and debt burying me alive, I don’t have an option but to put my big girl panties on, and accept the job.
I thought not falling in love with him again was going to be my only obstacle. Boy was I wrong. Seems like he has a little secret of his own....
