Not Going There by Terri Osburn

I have always been a woman on a mission.
Finance degree? Check. Career with a prestigious firm? Check. Loving friends and family who have my back? Check and check. Up until now my life has gone to plan. So how in a matter of weeks has everything fallen apart?
First, I got fired. Totally didn’t see that coming, and I was not amused by the stranger who tried to tell me that getting canned—or streamlined as my newly-appointed boss had put it—was a good thing. But job hunting got me nowhere, so I reluctantly took that same stranger’s unsolicited advice and decided to freelance until I could find the right position.
So when I met my first client in person, I never expected to walk into a balloon-filled office and come face to face with—you guessed it—my freelance fairy godfather. He’s everything I am not. Childlike. Easygoing. Laid-back to the point of making a sloth look anxious. But he’s also creative, charming, and kind of a genius.
On paper, he isn’t my type at all. And yet, I find myself enjoying our time together more than I’m willing to admit. When an unexpected call turns my life upside down, my casual client becomes a lifeline I’d be lost without. A source of light in this otherwise crappy bad dream, and the only one on my side.
Not that I’m falling for him. My head says we are absolutely not going there.
My heart just isn’t listening.