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Publicly fighting with a man for an oversold airline seat—embarrassing! Realizing he was the quarterback for the Atlanta Arrows—awkward. Knowing he was your friend's older brother and teenage crush but didn't recognize you—humiliating. When I stormed out of the airport after throwing a temper tantrum, I never expected to cross paths with him again. All I wanted to do was put the night behind me and enjoy a martini. The last thing I expected was for him to waltz into the bar and offer me a night I couldn't refuse.

You'd think working for "LA's Sexiest CEO" would be fun. You don't know Jack McCann. The arrogant bosshole wants a slave, not an assistant. He barks orders, wears a perma-scowl, and demands superhuman skills in mind reading. When he humiliates me in front of the whole office, I stand up to him . . . And wait to be fired. Instead, we make out in the elevator. I should hate him. But those rock-hard abs and piercing eyes melt my resistance into a puddle. Trust me, this is purely physical. Jack the Grouch doesn't do relationships.