Bedding the Bosshole by Amy Pennza

I’m not the sort of girl who goes for one-night stands. Or dirty hookups in bars with strangers.
But sometimes you walk in on your boyfriend cheating on you with your best friend on the same day you find out you didn’t land your dream job and, well, circumstances change.
Fortunately, my father’s company is hiring, so I’ve got something to fall back on.
And it was dark in the bar, so I don’t have to worry about crossing paths with the tall stranger who whispered filth in my ear as he gave me the roughest, most satisfying ten minutes of my life.
I’ll never hear his British accent telling me what a bad girl I am.
Never get to find out how someone with callused hands ended up in a designer suit.
Thank goodness, right?
I’m not that kind of girl, anyway. I can put that night behind me.
Until the next morning, when that British accent drifts from my father’s office and I find myself clasping one rough, callused palm.
I’ve just met Landon Roth.
He bought my father’s company, which makes him my new boss.
He’s also the man from the bar.
And if the glint in his ice blue eyes is any indication, he remembers our, uh, paths crossing very well.
I am in so much trouble.