When my sister challenged me to kiss the sexy stranger who’d been eyeing me all night long at our cousin’s wedding, I thought she was crazy.
But then he kept on staring, and I became more and more curious.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I marched right up to him and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss.
And then he pulled me upstairs where he kissed me all over.
One night, no last names.
And when I woke up, the sexy billionaire was gone.
Two months later, he strolled into a company meeting wearing an arrogant smile and a three-piece suit.
“Hello everyone. My name is Patrick Gold, and I’m your new CEO.”
Now, no one at work can know what we did.
Or what we keep on doing … over, and over, and over again.