Three months ago, I had the best night of my life at my friend’s wedding.
The man was confident, smooth, gorgeous as sin.
We had a connection that I had never felt with anyone.
Or so I thought, because the next morning, he was gone before I woke up with a note that led me to believe he was not interested in a repeat.
Feeling rejected and confused, I managed to put him out of my head.
Until now, on my first day of my new job.
Because the man responsible for the best night of my life?
Is my married boss.
And he hasn’t stopped thinking about me either.
