Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say he's a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy.

And...oops! I may have imitated him after a company wide conference call...which he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial.

Eep!

Apparently he's been asking about the identity of the jokester, but I'm not worried; my co-workers will never tell-we're a loyal family.

The furor dies down after a few weeks. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with this lazy, arrogant new office gopher.

He has the worst work ethic I've ever seen-how did he even get hired? He's nosy about the butt-dial, and he has the office skills of a rabbit. It's as if he's never held a job in his life.

He's also wickedly sexy, but there's no way I'm ever kissing him again. I like respectable men with a work ethic, thank you very much.

Also, I can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something.