My boss can barely stand five minutes with me.

But I wake up wearing his ring.

We had two goals for this business trip: to land a major client, and to make it through forty eight hours without killing each other. So far? Only the client is a sure thing.

Because we wake up together, hungover and half dressed in my suite. So many questions. Such a freaking mess.

And I only remember snatches of last night. Giddy, colorful glimpses of dark clubs and a chapel and–oh god. Did my grumpy b...
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