I've spent the better part of the last few years successfully avoiding my brother's best friend, Weston Aldrich.
As CEO of Andes Inc, the infuriatingly handsome and incessantly grumpy Weston also happens to be my new boss.
It shouldn't have been hard to continue avoiding him. After all, he's on the executive floor, and I'm one of many copywriters.
Weston has his own ideas about how things should go between us. He's in my emails, leaving notes on my desk, and as if that's not enough, he arranges for me to accompany him on a business trip.
That leads to stolen touches, frenzied kisses, and the undeniable need to work each other out of our systems. That always works, right?
Except now that I know what it feels like to have Weston Aldrich appreciate every inch of my abundant curves, avoiding him is impossible.
But he's my brother's best friend. And a workaholic.
We have to stop. And we will. Soon. Just…not yet.