Three days ago, I didn’t even know Simon Cambridge existed. If it wasn’t for one drunken night out with my friends, I would never have met Mr. Cocky Pants. I certainly never would have entered into a bet with him if I’d known then what I know now. And if I hadn’t lost the bet I wouldn’t have to work for him for the next month. Today is only day one and he’s already driving me crazy.

Ms. Gemma Whitestone,

I expected you in the office at 7 am. You’re tardy. Not a great look for your first day.

Your boss,

Simon Cambridge

Simon,

I’d hardly call you my boss. It’s not like I wanted this job. I’ll be in as soon as I can make it.

Doing you a favor,

Gemma Whitestone

Gem Gem,

If this is just a favor then I know something else I’d prefer more. Meet me at my place at 10 pm.

Your boss and soon-to-be lover,

Simo

Mr. Cambridge,

That’s not appropriate language to be used with a member of your employ. I will be there in 30 minutes.

Your secretary for a month,

Ms. Whitestone

P.S. If anything was going to go down, it would be at my place, not yours.

Gemma,

Send me the address and I’ll come right now.

Simon

As I stared at the emails on my phone, I contemplated not showing up. Having the cocky, grumpy, irresistibly handsome Simon Cambridge as my boss for the next 30 days was going to test every part of me and I wasn’t sure I would last two days without ripping him to pieces or ripping his shirt off. And I wasn’t really sure which one I wanted to do most.