VANESSA SUMMERS

If someone had told me I would end up getting hired as the secretary to a billionaire, I would have called them crazy; insane ― cuckoo.

It was a twist of fate that I definitely didn’t deserve but I was grateful nonetheless.

Mr. Bob had told me his boss (and best friend as he put it) could be difficult. He warned me to act natural and expect the worst yet I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I walked into his office. He was a dangerously handsome man.

His blonde hair and perfect blue eyes had made me nervous at first but I recovered fast when I...