In Case of Emergency by Jenny Bunting

Smith Kennedy. The biggest bosshole I’ve ever met. It’s been nine months since he yelled at me and I quit as his assistant on the spot. Now, we’re attending the same wedding and I want to avoid him as much as possible. Why is he waiting in front of the elevators like a sexy, salt-and-pepper-haired, perfect-jawlined gargoyle? All I had to do is get past him, but I failed. He stopped my elevator, got in, and now we’re stuck. I hope I don’t kill him. Or kiss him. I’m not sure which one is worse.