A Deal with the Bossy Devil (Bad Billionaire Bosses, #1)

by Kyra Parsi

“He prefers the term ‘personal assistant.’” “That’s like slapping a floppy dildo onto a donkey’s forehead and calling it a unicorn,” she deadpanned. “Fine,” I conceded, ripping my laptop charger out of its socket. “I’m his slave for a month. Happy?”

“You can hate someone and still be physically attracted to them,” I argued. “Unfortunately, those two things aren’t mutually exclusive.” “So you admit you’re attracted to me.” “Believe me, no one is as disappointed in me as I am,” I said gravely.

“I’m not done yelling at you about your involvement in my deteriorating levels of sanity.” “You can yell at me in the car while I force-feed you fries.” “Oh,” I said. And then, “All right.”