He was said to be my first and only one-night stand. He was certainly never likely to become my employer.

I had always been the good girl-the workaholic with every second of her life mapped out to a tee.

I QUICKLY got trapped in an elevator with Julian Hoult.

He was . amazing. Sophisticated sex inside a sharp white shirt. His voice alone dropped me straight to my legs. What was I likely to do?

Well . . .

I can let you know what I was not at all supposed to carry out.

I was not about Bad Boss supposed to run into him again. I had not been supposed to be frantically unemployed, and I was definitely not supposed to accept his filthy little job offer.

But I couldn’t resist.

As CEO from the Hoult Media empire, Julian will stop at nothing to get what he wants. So for his next opportunity with Manhattan’s most lecherous billionaires, he’s hired me to play the part of bait. And while my official name is definitely that of Executive Assistant, my actual work requires low tops, tight dresses, and flaunting everything I’ve got till his customers are easy to bend-till they are able to barely believe for themselves any more.

It’s sleazy and wrong. Against everything I’ve worked well for. But with Julian as my audience, I can’t help but appreciate every second. Thanks to him, I’m embracing the poor, and I swear . . .

I’ve never in my life felt this damned good.

Contains mature themes.