Bossman
<b>#1 on the <i>New York Times</i></b><b>#1 on <i>Wall Street Journal</i></b><b>#1 Amazon Bestseller </b><br /><br />The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn't exactly make a good impression.<br /><br />I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.<br /><br />He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.<br /><br />So I told him to mind his own damn business―his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business―and went back to my miserable date.<br /><br />When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date.<br /><br />I couldn't help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.<br /><br />When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.<br /><br />But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us―telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.<br /><br />My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.<br /><br />When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I'd never see him again.<br /><br />I mean, what were the chances I'd run into him again in a city with eight million people?Then again...<br /><br />What were the chances a month later he'd wind up being my new sexy boss?