I just told my 'too-handsome-for-his-own-good' boss to take a long walk off of a short cliff.
I'm so getting fired.
And it's not like I don't need the job. I desperately need it.
But I couldn't help myself. Travis Covington is everything I hate in men: gorgeous, rich, smart, cocky, full-of-himself, dashing with a side of sexy, need I continue? And let's just say that we have a history from before I got the job.
A one-night stand sort of history, if you know what I mean. A one-night stand history that may or may not have ended with me throwing a cup of milk over his head while stuffing my face with leftover pizza (hey, it was good pizza). I may have followed up the milk throwing with a late next drunk text, which we all know never ends well.
So, how did I, Molly Malone (and no, I'm not Irish) end up working for Travis Covington? Well, that's a story in of itself. And where the story goes...well, no one would ever believe it. You'll have to see for yourself.
