![]() ![]() What's the blueprint when the office grump brings me to my knees?Ī.E. The plan was simple: punch the clock, get paid, and keep hating my boss. That's my mantra until we're sharing a sunset too beautiful for life.Īlone with wandering lips, whispered secrets, and disaster in the making. It's not even the pesky way he makes me blush every flipping time we're together. ![]() It's not the fact that he's snarly, demanding, horribly rich, and chiseled. It's not the impossibly long hours working under Grump-zilla. I picked the stallion on a one-way trip to hell. Then-for some unholy reason-Magnus Heron offered me a job.Įven his name sounds like a piece of work.īut when you're single, broke, and barely surviving in Chicago, you hop on the gift horse offering a six-figure salary and ride. I retaliated with a spray of cinnamon latte all over his Italian shoes. ![]() He picked the worst day ever to chase me off my favorite park bench. My “interview” with bosshole supreme was anything but normal. ![]()
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