The Vicious Boss

Vicious, vulgar, sarcastic, and funny. No pink ponies and tender violets. The main character is a cynic. The main heroine is a divorced woman with baggage. Everything’s classic—he’s the boss, she’s the secretary.
“Catching the bait?” The boss leaned his gorgeous butt on the desk and plucked an elastic white rose bud from the luxurious bouquet on the table.
“And what business is that of yours?”
“Office romances are forbidden, Anzhi. Aren’t you aware?” Angela turned to the monitor screen and tried not to look at the boss hovering over her and openly staring at the neckline.
“Those boobs are thirty-six years old, and they’ve fed a whole man—so, Alexey Vladimirovich, there’s no interest for you there,” she hissed and pressed the “Print” button on the printer—sign the leave approvals for the sales department.
“Mm,” he snatched the sheet with the leave forms from her fingers. “You’re a lousy marketer, Anzhi.”