I have to give up my v-card because my sexy billionaire employer needs a successor to carry on his legacy.

That one night we spent together-completely against the rules-ended with far too many Os.

Oh yes! Oh, my! OMG SH*T!

It was merely a simple supper; after all, secretaries and bosses frequently have private dinners.

One minor point...

My heels might have been by his ears at the end of ours.

Would you blame me?

I had no chance against the way his gaze devoured me, and neither did my innocent underwear.