Smith Kennedy. The biggest bosshole I've ever met.
It's been nine months since he yelled at me and I quit as his assistant on the spot.
Now, we're attending the same wedding and I want to avoid him as much as possible. Why is he waiting in front of the elevators like a sexy, salt-and-pepper-haired, perfect-jawlined gargoyle?
All I had to do is get past him, but I failed. He stopped my elevator, got in, and now we're stuck.
I
hope I don't kill him. Or kiss him. I'm not sure which one is worse.
Author's Note: This is a novella approximately 20K words in length. This includes strong language and sexually explicit situations. Reader discretion is advised. This is a standalone with no cliffhanger and a guaranteed HEA.