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Ongoing, First published May 09
Chris Evans is Boston's most insufferable billionaire CEO-sharp jaw, sharper tongue, and a reputation for cycling through assistants faster than his expensive watches. Kayla James? She's his latest hire. Smart enough to land the job, broke enough to keep it, and barely restraining the urge to commit coffee-related violence by noon. He signs million-dollar deals before breakfast. She survives on caffeine, sarcasm, and pure spite. They were never supposed to like each other. Too bad HR doesn't have a policy for unresolved sexual tension. ---------- "Good morning, Mr. Evans," I said flatly, dropping his coffee on the desk with just enough force to suggest I'd fantasized about spilling it on his keyboard. He didn't look up. "You're late." "You're welcome," I shot back. "The building's still standing, and I didn't poison your latte. Feels like a win for both of us." He glanced up then-navy suit, Rolex, jawline forged by Greek gods and probably dark magic. "Did I ask for sass with my espresso, Kayla?" "No, sir. But it comes free with the emotional damage of working for you." ------- ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE // ONGOINGAll Rights Reserved
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