Just ask my sister, Whitney, who works for Ryner. She hooked me up with this job, and she knows better than to warn me off my gorgeous employer. Because I might be sleeping with my boss (technically, I don’t, because I was hired by his manager), but she’s the one having a baby with an English banker who apparently has a girlfriend. A fancy, hot, photographer girlfriend who has no freaking clue he’s been messing around for months behind her back. The banker doesn’t even like Whit, but does she care? No. Because he’s going to pay her way through the next nineteen years. Now that I think about
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