Trouble with the Hotshot Boss by Holly Renee

How did I screw up my life in three easy steps?

Step one: Graduated from college with no prospective jobs lined up.
Step two: Moved back home with my parents because no job unfortunately equaled no money.
Step three: Forgot to social media stalk the guy who broke my heart before accepting a job in a town with a smaller population than a frat party on a Wednesday night.

I should’ve quit, but living with my parents forever didn’t seem like a solid life plan.

Jase Hale was the golden boy. Our boss thought he was beyond talented. The receptionist sent him more flirty smiles and baked goods than was considered normal for a woman old enough to be his mom.

I tried to avoid him and his undeniable charm at all costs.
He did everything he could to get under my skin.

Every encounter left me reeling.
Every smirk made my stomach flip.

I assumed he was just playing with me, pushing my buttons like always. But when he lifted me onto my desk and shut me up with his lips on mine, I was more confused than ever.

It didn’t matter that he was trying to prove me wrong. Having my heart broken by the same jerk twice in one lifetime wasn’t an option.

He’d already blown his shot, and I had no intention of getting in Trouble with the Hotshot Boss.