You know that instinct to run when something bad is coming? Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one. Because Damon Rose came, and instead of running, I got pregnant. Damon Yes. I remember Chelsea Cross. I remember five years ago when she thought she could handle me. Proving her wrong was… enjoyable. With hair I wanted to fist. A mouth that only stopped when I kissed it. A body that I needed to press against the nearest wall and claim. And now she wants a job. A smart man would say “no”. Or, I could teach her the same lesson I taught her five years ago. She can’t even begin to handle me. Author’s Note: Buckle up for the ultimate bosshole in this steamy, workplace romantic comedy with a sassy heroine and a stubborn grump who wants to ruin her day.