I moved to New York to gain a foothold. But one collision, and two switched cell phones later, I’m working for Bruce Norton, a self-made billionaire.
I’m supposed to be his personal assistant. Which should be a breeze, because he’s hot as hell, and everything he touches turns to gold.
Unfortunately, this job also involves taking care of his image, which doesn’t exactly shine.
It’s not just that Bruce Norton drives me crazy with his aloof, callous manner. It’s that his bossy, opinionated manner fascinates me so much that I can’t help but drive him to white heat until he grabs me, bends me over the table, and…
Oh God.
I shouldn’t keep testing my limits, but something tells me that’s exactly what he wants.
This whole thing screams heartbreak, but how can I resist those icy blue eyes when he presses me against the wall, brushes my hair behind my ear and whispers…
“You’re mine, little kitten.”