But I burn hotter, this time with irritation, frustration, and, fine, I’ll admit it—hurt. This jerk hurt me at Thanksgiving. And for a while here earlier today, when Wilder kissed me under the mistletoe, I nearly forgot why I’m faking it with my boss. Now it’s all coming back to me. I’m faking it because this asshat thinks it’s okay to treat women like crap.
