Worse, he’s undeniably sexy. At least until I’m subject to one of his trademark sighs of disapproval. I’m counting the days until I can walk away from this job. But first, I need to survive the trip from hell he’s dragged me on. One entire week with his arrogant smile and my unexpected naughty thoughts.
I might get fired.
He just might be worth it.
Kendall Tate is the most distracting woman I’ve ever met – and she’s my assistant.
She’s irritatingly clever, and much too nice for the likes of me. I need to remain professional, even if the smell of her strawberry lip gloss is my kryptonite. No matter how much I want her, Kendall is off limits.
Growing closer to her might be a mistake.
I might just take the risk.
Holy shit. Kendall had fallen. I rushed down the stairs, pausing only to frantically yank on my boots before running out the back door and down the steps toward where I saw her on the ground.
I found her laughing. Was she delirious from the cold? A bump on the head?
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
She looked up with rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. “Making a snow angel.”
“Why?” It was truly baffling to me.
“Because this is my first time seeing snow.”
Her purple sparkly boots peeked out from the giant parka, making me shake my head. She looked like a toddler poorly dressed for the weather in hand-me-downs.
“You’d best get up before the snow seeps through all of your clothes.”
She stuck her tongue out in response. “Go away. I’m not on the clock yet, and you’re ruining my fun.”
“I came racing down here because I thought you’d fallen.”
“Oh, yeah? Did you come out to rescue me? Or hope you could quickly hide the body?” she asked, holding out her gloved hand.
I pulled her up without much effort. I’d be surprised if her petite stature weighed more than a hundred pounds. Her grin was infectious despite my hangover. “Depends. Did you make coffee?”
Her lips twitched in a smile. “I did. I’ll even give you some. Just as soon as you help me make a snowman.”
She was adorable. And not in the toddler kind of way. The type of way that made me want her to hook her legs around my waist so I could take her against a wall.
She describes her writing style as: “Adult Contemporary Erotic Romantic Comedy,” which is just another way of saying she likes her characters funny, her bedroom scenes hot, and her romances with a happy ending.
When Aubrey isn’t working her day job, or spending time with her family, she’s on her laptop typing away on her next story. She only wishes there were more hours of the day!
She’s a former member of the US Marine Corps and passionate about veteran charities and giving back to the community. She loves a big drooly dog, a fantastic margarita, and football.