Something is very wrong with my downstairs neighbor.
For starters? She appears completely immune to my charms.
It's odd... Downright suspicious.
But beneath those frowns and pantsuits, I know she feels the connection, too.
Why else would she keep filing noise complaints against me?
It’s like a cry for help. A demand for me to show up at her door…
One look in her barren apartment and I know her job is her life.
The last male to see her bedroom probably had a tail and whiskers.
I can see she needs my skills. Badly.
I happen to have a talent for people — fixing them, persuading them...
pleasing them.
Except my past rears its ugly head at the worst time.
Instead of dating my neighbor, now I’m roped into working with her.
But what’s more romantic than a forbidden office fling?
I’ll find a way to solve my secret little issue and make time for my new office mate.
On the clock, off the clock, on her desk, on my desk…
But first, she needs to agree to go on a date with me.
I think her exact words were “absolutely no way.”
No way? There’s always a way.
There's blackmail, bribery, buckets of charm… Maybe all three?