Boss Me Dirty

“Tell me, Miss Hale...
Can you work for the man who knows what you taste like?”

That's the first thing my new client says to me.

In my defense, I had no idea my one-night mistake was Sebastian King.

Hot. Older. Billionaire heir.

Owner of a very expensive corner office and a very DIRTY mouth.
And, apparently, my new boss. FML.

Now I have twenty-one days to save his family's billion-dollar empire.
If I fail, my PR firm goes down with it.

No pressure. Just my entire career riding on the one man I've already seen naked.

Things I know about the notorious Mr. King:

He takes his coffee black.
He hates being told no.
And he remembers every sound I made in his bed.

I'm handling it. Mostly.

Until a board member makes a crack about my weight in front of the entire room, and Sebastian calmly tells him to apologize. Then resign.

Well. Sh*t. Apparently, ruthless billionaires going feral over my curves is my new weakness.

Then a pregnancy test stares at me dead in the face: Two pink lines.

And the forty-three-year-old billionaire who swore he'd never have a family...
Just got me pregnant.