The Executive

Let me first say: Reed York was never my boyfriend. He was the pen. I was the company ink. Though if you want to get technical, we were more like colleagues-who-hated-each-other ... with benefits.Everything was fine until the charming jerk went behind my back, stole my promotion, and became my boss-literally overnight.Refusing to work beneath him (professionally speaking and otherwise), I transferred 2,014 miles away to our Chicago division, and I've spent the past year trying to remember how much I hated his panty-melting smirk so I can forget how much I secretly loved the way his ocean eyes lit every time I walked into the room.But he's just announced a last-minute site visit next week, and on top of that, he's audaciously designated me as his 'right hand gal' during his visit. If he thinks he has a snowball's chance in this hell at getting back in my good graces, he's got another thing coming.Reed York might be a man used to getting everything he's ever wanted, but Joa Jolivet is a woman that never forgets.