Hey there sweet cheeks *strike out* no, too forward.
To whom it may concern,
Full disclosure; before we move forward with this email, I would like it to be known that I have consumed an adequate amount of alcoholic beverages to intoxicate myself tonight. Three margaritas, two shots, and one beer—because it was free.
I think it’s important to be open and honest with your co-workers, don’t you?
So here I am, being honest. Drunk but honest. Or just drunk with lust? You decide.
I like you so much it’s clouding my judgment and making me do things I never would sober. Like write this letter.
I have a hopeless, foolish, schoolgirl crush on you when you are the last person on earth I should be falling for. Did you know people around the office call you a sadist? An egomaniac. An insensitive, arrogant prick. Your bark is worse then your bite, and you don’t scare me. The fact is, I’d love that bite of yours to nip at my bare skin while we’re both wearing nothing but sheets.
For once I want you to look at me as more than one of your employees.
And as long as we're being honest, that navy blue suit you wear? With the crisp white shirt? It really makes me want to loosen your tie and show you who’s boss.
Love,
Sincerely,
Yours.
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I open the company messenger app on my phone and scroll through the executive names, knowing full well I’m about to break a policy. It’s the company’s phone, and the company’s app, and I’m about to use it for personal use. To flirt.
With my boss.
I close my eyes, find his name—next to it is a little, green dot, which means. . .
He’s on the app.
I’ve never talked to him live before so this is a huge step, but then again, it might be more fun to get his initial reactions to my comments.
Debating it for all but two seconds, I type out a message to him, making sure I’m signed on under my LSY persona.
HandsRomingMyBody: Hey you.
My text turns into a new message on the app and I wait on bated breath to see if he will respond. Nerves prickle up my spine, my fingers feeling numb, my mind playing mutiny with my heart just as little dots appear letting me know he’s typing.
Oh God, I don’t think I’ve been more excited.
Rome is the boss, he created his empire and that is all he has time for, but when his employee Peyton has the audacity to quit her job and then ask him to help her by hiring her free-lance so she can get her company off the ground she becomes enemy #1...he will not be prepared for the tornado that is about to storm into his world..... One email.... A crush.... a steamy combination... can these 2 overcome there stance on who needs who more- in more ways than one?
Get to one clicking to see what happens you don't want to miss it! There is a bit of a surprise at the end.. well it was for me anyway... so get your finger a clicking on this must read!
Peyton has a huge crush on her overly uptight, arrogant boss. A night of drinking turns into an anonymous email so steamy, detailing all the things she wants to do to him.
It was hilarious to see Rome go from uptight to loosening up, trying to find out who sent the email. He finally has his eyes open.
This book is hilarious and will have you rooting for Peyton and Rome to be together. Their attraction is slow burn that becomes scorching by the end.
Definitely one click this one now.
Alcohol, a crush on your boss, and a friend that can set you up with an anonymous work email. What could go wrong? Peyton goes for it in the biggest way possible.
It was hilarious to see Rome go from uptight to loosening up, trying to find out who sent the email. He finally has his eyes open.
This book is hilarious and will have you rooting for Peyton and Rome to be together. Their attraction is slow burn that becomes scorching by the end.
Definitely one click this one now.
I loved the banter and wit in this book! The chemistry between Peyton and Rome was hot. I couldn't wait to see where it led!
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte's, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British. She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.
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