Mr. Jerk

<p>Waking up next to a billionaire jerk wasn't on my to-do list- yet here I am living the nightmare.<br><br>The first time I met Noah Parker he asked if I was an escort.<br>Apparently when you're a billionaire sports agent finding half-naked women in your hotel room is just a typical Tuesday. Still it didn't stop me from hurling a stiletto at him.<br><br>He's fine-good reflexes.<br>Then informed me I'm the one in his hotel room.<br><br>Which is how I end up sharing a room with Mr. Jerk.<br>Platonically.<br>Mostly.<br>Nothing happened-except for a few inappropriate thoughts and some very steamy dreams.<br><br><br>He's volcanic-level hot okay? But still a jerk. Like when he fired his assistant in front of me and offered me the job five minutes later.<br><br>Only a 5-star card-carrying world-revolves-around-me A-hole would be so brazen.<br>But he's also paying me triple what my newspaper job did.<br>Giving me access to A-list athletes.<br><br>Now I'm stuck working for Mr. Jerk while he keeps showing up in my fantasies uninvited.<br><br>They say Noah Parker always gets what he wants.<br>But he's not getting me.</p>