He’s the devil himself: Damon Copeland (he practically carries a pitchfork), fiery-hot, a torturously sexy body, and a killer smile (if he ever smiled). He’s also the top dog at my father’s company and my brother’s best friend. Oh, and someone I accidentally slept with.

In my defense, that was before I knew who he was and before he hired me. Now, my one-night stand has turned into my boss. What’s worse, he’s Mr. Bosshole Superior: brutish, broody, and impatient. He’s also 6’4". And I’m pretty sure he hates me.

But it’s not as if I planned any of this. I didn't plan to run smack-dab into his wall of hard muscle. Twice. I didn't plan to end up in one room with him on the company trip with just one bed. None of this will break my resolve.

The girl who resists her irresistible boss? That’s me. I will not fall for controlling, short-tempered Mr. Hot Shot. But a teensy little taste won’t hurt. So, I challenge him to kiss me. What’s the harm? I mean, it’s just a kiss.

Damon.

I warned her not to go there. But she comes in, lips first. Our kiss? Mind-numbing, explosive, hot. I feel her knees buckling down to her toes. All I can do is bend her over my knee and show her exactly how much I care that she’s the CEO’s daughter.