After the worst day of my life, I let my best friend drag me to a bar in Manhattan.
I didn’t expect to meet a flannel-wearing, dimple-popping, pool-playing hottie.
And I certainly didn’t mean to go home with him…
But, tequila.
And strangely enough, nothing happened, I swear.
I snuck out the next morning without even so much as a goodbye because, embarrassment galore.
Time to start a new life. Like, from scratch.
Imagine my surprise when I apply to work at an Italian restaurant and my failed one-night stand is there.
Yep. Hottie McDimples just became my new boss.
But I have a rule—I don’t hook up with co-workers. I don’t need the drama.
I can keep my hands to myself…
