Trouble with the Hotshot Boss

<p>How did I screw up my life in three easy steps?</p><p></p><p>Step one: Graduated from college with no prospective jobs lined up.</p><p> Step two: Moved back home with my parents because no job unfortunately equaled no money.</p><p> Step three: Forgot to social media stalk the guy who broke my heart before accepting a job in a town with a smaller population than a frat party on a Wednesday night.</p><p></p><p>I should've quit but living with my parents forever didn't seem like a solid life plan.</p><p></p><p>Jase Hale was the golden boy. Our boss thought he was beyond talented. </p><p></p><p>The receptionist sent him more flirty smiles and baked goods than was considered normal for a woman old enough to be his mom.</p><p></p><p>I tried to avoid him and his undeniable charm at all costs. </p><p> He did everything he could to get under my skin.</p><p></p><p>Every encounter left me reeling. </p><p> Every smirk made my stomach flip.</p><p></p><p>I assumed he was just playing with me pushing my buttons like always. But when he lifted me onto my desk and shut me up with his lips on mine I was more confused than ever.</p><p></p><p>It didn't matter that he was trying to prove me wrong. Having my heart broken by the same jerk twice in one lifetime wasn't an option.</p><p></p><p>He'd already blown his shot and I had no intention of getting in <strong>Trouble with the Hotshot Boss. </strong></p>