A dinner on the rooftop with a handsome stranger made sense on the last night of the High Heels Convention in Monaco. He kissed me over the scent of roses. I entered his magnificent penthouse, bathed in the courage of moonlight we enjoyed a night of bold pleasures.
His muscled abs pressing into me. His hot mouth rubbing against my skin. Moments from that night only lived in my memory.
Until we met again.
"I am Allan Grant, CEO, of Bizcatoni,"
Sandhills of Nebraska! It's him!!
That face sculpted to perfection, but not even close to as friendly. His jaw remains clenched, but his blue gleaming eyes remember how he touched me, and the places he kissed me on that moonlit night.
"You will report to me directly in my office!"
Hot buttered pancakes!
Finding a job as a branding expert was difficult enough.
I am trying my best to work with a grumpy, insanely sexy CEO. But the pleasures of that one night under the moon call out to us.
Could we be any more different? I share a tiny apartment in NYC with two best friends. He runs a business empire. Working and traveling with him only intensifies our attraction.
He dreams big and expects me to deliver on his vision of branding a new High Heel Shoe capital of the world. I fail, we will lose everything.
How can I remain professional when seductive pleasures are making me break all the rules with my gorgeous CEO?
