If only he hadn’t broken it and walked into the office a year later… as my new boss.
I know, I know. It’s my fault for falling for a filthy rich and obscenely handsome Manhattan type.
Silly of me to think Preston had something more beneath his immaculate suit than just a chiseled body.
But what a body. I still wake up sweating from dreams about the night we shared.
I thought knowing I’ll never experience one again was torture enough. I was wrong.
Because working with him every single day is definitely worse.
I hate that he thinks he can order me around or that he still thinks I belong to him.
And I really hate that he stays late in the office when I try to bury myself in work to stop thinking about him.
Most of all though, I hate seeing glimpses of the man I once believed he was.
Hints of true passion and charm beneath Mr. Billionaire’s stone-cold demeanor.
But it doesn’t matter how many evenings we spend together in the office.
There is absolutely no way I’m falling for him again.
No cheating, no cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed!