No illusions. No kissing. No work talk. Nothing...complicated. Val moves across the country to work for Briscoe - or rather, to steal his job. Business takes a turn for the personal when she meets him and finds that he's an otherworldly being, not just a terrible manager. She makes a decision that puts everything she's worked for at risk - but the reward is so promising: a no-strings-attached policy with her sexy to death boss. As the store ramps up for fourth quarter and holiday shopping, Val contends for Briscoe's position on the sales floor. Behind closed doors, their intense passion is breaking every rule Val had for herself...and one very important rule Briscoe has for himself: Never care for a mortal. Can an exiled Fae and a woman breaking free of her past walk the line between the professional and the erotic while ignoring the deeper desires that lie in between? ... THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS Previously published, but missing something - a little pep, a little zing, a little subplot - that I'm currently filling out. Intended as a novella, but creeping up to be a bit longer than that. Enjoy - and let me know what you think!