Once, he became my first man—and then he said we don’t match, broke my heart, and drove off in his fancy car. Now he’s just as indecently rich and arrogant. And I’m a lawyer’s assistant. Seven years later, we run into each other at a party, and he offers me the impossible: to become his personal assistant—24/7, with no sick days and no holidays. Too tempting, isn’t it?
Contains profanity.