“Jeremy Wyatt is the biggest playboy you’ll ever meet. You’re too good for a guy like him. A man like Jeremy would eat you up and spit you out.”
My big brother’s words should have been enough of a warning.
He knows his business partner very well.
But Jeremy is the most gorgeous specimen of masculinity I’ve ever encountered.
You have to be dead or unconscious not to feel a twinge in your lady bits at the sight of him...
Full lips, dazzling blue eyes, and broad, muscular shoulders.
Plus, he’s witty, intelligent and charming. And more importantly, we simply clicked.
At least that’s what I thought – until my brother’s warning turned out to be spot on.
And my heart was shattered into a thousand pieces.
Since then, I’ve set up a new rule for my life:
I will never be taken in by a pretty face and smooth words again.
From now on, I officially hate Jeremy Wyatt.
Which is kind of complicated, because he turns out be my new boss.
