when your cold billionaire boss won't touch another woman since his wife passed, but your hand brushes his while tucking his little girl into bed. my heart stops beating when my boss slides past me, his fingers brushing my arm this man is six feet of solid rock and sculpted muscle he invited me over for dinner with his little girl and I couldn't tell him 'no'he's wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants and looks unrecognizable from the grumpy boss i've gotten used to at work for the entire dinner,