Assistant to the Villain (Assistant to the Villain, #1)

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

“Normal” was for those who didn’t have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.

Stop trying to get the boss to laugh, Evie. Don’t touch the boss’s hair, Evie. Don’t find torture attractive, Evie.

Don’t let the boss quiver your insides, Evie.

“My first what, you little tornado?” “Your first joke.” He grunted and opened his mouth to speak, looking quite outraged, if she were being honest. “Of all the—” He paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Sage, do you honestly think me incapable of humor?” “Of course I don’t think that,” she said earnestly. “You hired me.”

He was a puddle on the floor, and every speck of dust in that room was his enemy.

“No. I have a condition where my tear ducts produce an excess of warm, salty water when I’m tired or in distress.”

Don’t be obsessed with your boss’s face, Evie!

He was a good kisser, but of course he was. Attractive murderers were always good kissers; she was pretty sure she’d heard that expression before.

Don’t daydream about kissing your boss, Evie!