What would you do if you discovered your new boss in his office with no pants, a magnum of champagne, and a glitter cannon?
Asking for a friend.
I found something that belongs to Keats Morgan, the notorious bad boy sports agent. So I do the right thing.
I return it.
You’d think the man would be happy to have it back.
He’s not.
Instead, he proceeds to fire his assistant right in front of me.
He looks to me to step in as a replacement, but I want nothing to do with the jerk.
Keats is gorgeous and charming as hell. It’s his arrogant attitude that makes me turn around and almost walk out the door.
The problem? I desperately need a job. Any job.
And Keats is offering me an incredible one.
I agree to his terms before I realize there’s a catch, and it’s a big one.