His Temporary Assistant

To whom it may concern: I quit.Preston Michael Shaw. PMS, as I like to call him. I don't need his job. I don't need his fancy designer suits or his arrogance or his claims that I put a hex on him, because of course a strong, empowered woman needs to put a spell on a man. As if I want him. Pfft. He should be so lucky. I definitely don't need his irritating demands for caramel-coconut coffee or his fixation on being on time. Spoiler-I'm not, ever. I certainly don't appreciate how his touch singes my skin. Literally. I need to stop obsessing about him. It's just hormones. One roll in the silk sheets and I'll be over him. But we can't sleep together until my best friend-his real assistant-comes back from vacation. Damn his admirable morals and my flaming panties. And now I've been cursed, because I can't resist the hottest, most annoying man I've ever known... Author's note: His Temporary Assistant is a standalone office romantic comedy set in our small town Kensington Square, which is near Crescent Cove. It has a happily-ever-after ending and no cliffhanger.