Abby

The billionaire boss fires people when we don’t follow rules and I’m a temp that’s hoping this time I get a full time job. I should not be thinking about him in that highrise office of his and what his kiss might taste like. I’d bet being held in those hard muscles of his would send a thrill. I want to rip that tie off him. But I have bills to pay and care for my sister. I have no time for dreams of my billionaire boss. It’s better to not take a risk and keep the steady job that pays the bills. My heart is ready to be his and that’s dangerous

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Zane

The temp makes the office sweeter but I want nothing more than to slip those panties off her instead of dictating my notes.

I learned long ago it’s better to have rules when it comes to women and Abby clearly doesn’t follow any rules. Touching her is absolutely off limits.

She takes risk and if I break my own rules, she’d gain access to heart I’m not suppose to have.

So I’ll never take the risk.

Abby

Zane Dawes, the first and only man I’d ever loved—not that he knew that—had an office right behind my desk. I worked for him now. We were near the top of a high-rise overlooking San Francisco, where rents were crazy.

Most of my friends were in college, as their parents were still alive and paying for them. I’d been jealous until I set foot into the office suite and laid eyes on the man of my dreams.

When he came close, I went weak in the knees. His nearness filled a gap and made me yearn for more. After my parents died two years ago, the college dream had ended, and I’d needed to figure out a way to make ends meet. That plan had landed me a twenty-day temp job with the Dawes Corporation, and the agency was working to get me a permanent position there. I hoped it would work out. I’d never met anybody like him. He had more power than God himself, but he still brought me coffee every morning and gave money away to charities like it was candy.

If I stayed, the pay raise would mean I could pay some of the back rent, and my sister and I might be okay. And I could live out my fantasies, at least in my head.

Everyone else hated him. I got it. The place was serious and bound by hard rules. But Zane was so sexy and hot that it didn’t matter. That muscular man in a suit talked a mean game, but he had the power to change the world. And for a man, he noticed everything.

I spent hours in my chair, wishing I was his as I worked. I bet his kiss would burn through me. I sighed and worked on a report. Then my phone rang. My sister, Annie, knew better than to call me at work, as personal calls were cause for termination.

I covered my Bluetooth with my hair and looked down at the desk.

“We have thirty days to vacate. There is a notice on the door,” she said.

My heart pounded. My fourteen-year-old sister was thriving in the high school I’d hated. Blood pounded in my head. Moving would mean leaving the district. I sighed. “Are you kidding?”

“No, sis.”

The elevator opened, and Zane appeared. I didn’t want to get fired, so I quickly said, “I’ll deal with it. See you soon.”

I typed faster and tossed my Bluetooth toward my bag, but it tumbled onto the floor.

My skin prickled as he came closer, and I put my high-heeled foot over it so he wouldn’t see as I continued to type.

At my desk, he stopped, left me a latte, and stared at me. I swear he glanced at my sweetheart neckline, and heat rushed through me.

He didn’t move, and I glanced at the black pants and gray button-down shirt covering his muscular body. He crossed his arms and said, “Were you on a personal call?”

Eviction was a big enough problem. I tensed. Across the room, I saw Vanessa, who thought she was my boss but also looked out for me, but even she glanced down at her desk.

Damn, I hadn’t meant to break rules. Inside, I trembled, but I just grabbed a pen and paper as if I would take notes. I refused to get fired. Adrenaline coursed through me as I stepped out of my spot and said, “Yes, sir. And I need your help.”

His eyes widened, but he lowered his arms. “Excuse me?”

I passed him, and my hair stood on end. I opened his door. I didn’t need an audience if he fired me.

He followed me into his office, and once I heard the door click, I said, “I’m out of options.”