He’s my boss.
Okay, he’s my enemy at best.
A friend with benefits?
Except that yes, I agreed to that arrangement and I totally have my dying brain cells to blame for it.
Hunter and I don’t agree on anything.
Except for the way his hands feel around my waist.
Him and I both know that he’s got more than lust for me in his heart.
If he even has a heart.
I don’t know if he does.
But I do know that he has secrets.
Secrets and scandals that a person like me wouldn’t know how to deal with.
It’s all well and good until the skeletons are still hidden in his closet.
But what happens when they come out and the entire office finds them?