He’s cold, rude and undeniably arrogant.
That’s how Andrew Blake’s best friends describe him.
Bad luck for me that I’m his new assistant.
Nothing I do is good enough.
The more I try and please him, the more he ignores me.
I’m beginning to wonder if there’s a heart in that tall, hard, gorgeous body of his.
After work I’m complaining about him to my new best friend—the bartender at the pub near the office.
Guess who’s seated behind me and has heard every gripe, grumble and grievance?
By the look in Andrew’s eye, I can’t tell if I’m going to get fired or kissed.