My imitation of our billionaire boss had everyone laughing. Well.almost everyone. Worst. Butt-dial. Ever!
It was just some silly fun. A goofy imitation of the faceless mega-billionaire who owns our faceless international mega-corporation.
Yes there was laughter-screams of it.
How was I to know that Dave from accounting had sat on the speakerphone, butt-dialing said mega-billionaire? Or that he'd listen to me make fun of him for ten straight minutes.
Ummm.he could've announced himself!
They say he's a notorious rake. A paparazzi-punching scoundrel. An international jet-set bad boy.
And now I hear he's determined to track down the jokester. Me.
Eep!
But we're tight like family in this office-no way will my co-workers rat me out, in spite of the pressure from the top. Plus, who brings the cookies? Moi!
Things die down after a few months, and I'm pretty sure I'm safe.
Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with our lazy, arrogant new office gopher. He has the worst work ethic I've ever seen-how did he even get hired? He doesn't know how to work a vending machine, and he's baffled when we send around a card to be signed for somebody's birthday. It's as if he's never set foot in a place of business in his life.
But little by little, we're drawing closer. He's funny. Sexy. Wicked. Still, he's all wrong for me. I like respectable men with a work ethic.
Also, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.
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A romantic comedy standalone!
