Dear Mr. Brisken,

How do I hate you? Let me count the methods.

We hate your smug, sexy millionaire encounter. I hate your cocky, skirt chasing, playboy methods. I hate functioning as your secretary-but, I really like the pay. It nearly makes coping with you worth it.

I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss Let me Destroy) is appropriate.

We hate that I want you to become my day for my best friend’s wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his brand-new busty blonde partner will maintain attendance.

But mainly, I hate how once the charade has ended, I might not hate you whatsoever . it had been so much easier when you were the Employer I Loved To Hate.

Contains mature themes.