Paradise Bay Billionaire Brothers

Know what they say about never mixing business with pleasure? Yeah, no. The one about never sleeping with your boss? I ignored it too. I blame Aslan Spearman, the boss.

If I ever cross paths with Gatsby Spearman I might just push him from the tallest building in San Francisco. Saying that I don’t like him is an understatement—I hate him. The prick ghosted me in college, stole the program we created to start a billion-dollar company—oh and I failed a class because of him. I want revenge. And I want it to be petty. I created an infallible five-step plan to make him pay for what he did to me.

What happens when you break the cardinal rule? I’m good at following rules. Like, don’t sleep with your hot employees. That’s a good rule. At least I was until that night. I blame the champagne and the tuxedo he wore. There are several reasons why I shouldn’t be attracted to Elliot McPhee. He’s emotionally unavailable. He’s in his mid-40s—too old for me. He’s my employee. He’s jaded after a disastrous divorce. He’s leaving soon. But he has gray eyes, and a deep velvety voice…did I mention he looks like Joshua Jackson? I can’t resist.