The blue eyes that stare at you from across the room comes with the faintest of smirks. You wouldn’t have seen it if it hadn’t have been for a last second glance. The pristine and black Armani suit made him look as rich as he was, and you could almost feel those hands on your bare hips again.

Only now you were his new personal assistant, after the last one quit. John Price was an older British hunk, but he was also the man you had a one night stand with—before you knew he was your boss.