Your Boss Says Hi!

This is a revenge story. Well, that's my intention, anyway . . .I, Oakley Durant, am nobody's fool, at least not once I've seen photographic evidence. If my smug-faced, lying boyfriend thinks he can gaslight me out of believing that I saw who and what I saw on his phone, he's got a wake-up call coming in hot. I recognize her and the cross-eyed squirrel on her shoulder-which should definitely have left her with more than a few RAGRETS!But we're at his company picnic, and I am not going to make a spectacle of myself. I'm going to have one more free margarita, and then I'm going to get the hell out of here.This is rock-solid plan . . . until the owner of the company, Hollis Nyx, former NFL player/current Daddy Thick Thighs (ugh, don't ask, and please do not encourage my use of this nickname - it could only end embarrassingly for me), raises his beer at me and smiles. It would be rude not to say hello and introduce myself.You know how sometimes hello leads to a conversation, which leads to some mild flirtation, which leads to two people in the elevator headed up to the president/CEO's impressive corner office? Yeah, it's like that.Listen, nobody's looking for a happily ever after here. I know exactly what I'm doing with this man. I'm getting even, that's all. This is just one incredibly hot, spite-fueled encounter on his huge leather couch. And up against his tinted (probably) windows. And in his private bathroom. And it only makes sense that a gentleman like Hollis Nyx would buy me dinner afterward. But that's where it ends. This is no fairy tale. No swoon-worthy romance.Nope, never going to happen.