I hate him. I want him. I can't stop thinking about him.
Chloe
Nice to see you, sunshine, wearing black again?
Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons.
Seven years later, we're working together. So much has changed, but he's the same arrogant jerk with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly.
I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down.
I hate him. I want him. I can't...
No, I will stop thinking about him.
Dean
Seven years ago, I took Chloe's v*rginity. It was supposed to cure my cravings for the pint-sized spitfire. But now that she's working under me...
The more she glares, the more I want her.
The more I tease, the more she stares.
The more I brag about my Prince Albert...
Let's just say it's obvious she's picturing me naked.
She owns my thoughts as much as I own hers.
I should stay away. She's my subordinate. She's off limits.
But there's no way I can resist her.