Icy Boss

Desperate and destitute, I watched as Lockwood Construction rolled into my small town, offering wages too good to pass up - high pay for any able-bodied man willing to join their crew. Without hesitation, I threw on baggy clothes, tucked my long hair under a baseball hat, and applied for the job. However, my half-baked idea of disguising myself as a guy was flawed from the beginning. As Shakira says, "these hips don't lie."

Still, I thought I might have pulled the whole thing off, if not for one crucial factor: I knew my boss. Just last month, we had met at a bar, and after a fiery first encounter, it seemed we were destined to be sworn enemies. Ethan Stone, my new boss, is ruthless and arrogant - a man I never would have crossed had I known how much he enjoys toying with his prey. He should have just fired me and been done with it. Instead, he decided to make me his personal "assistant," a role that felt more akin to being his personal slave.

The entire situation was nothing short of torture. His bad attitude, his ruggedly chiseled face, and his desire to grind me into dust - every one of our friction-filled battles burned hotter than the last. A girl can only hold out for so long before the flames consume her.

My objective was simple: to survive the heat long enough to send home a paycheck. But my real objective? To stop having X-rated fantasies about my coldhearted boss.

As I navigated the treacherous waters of working for Ethan Stone, I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this predicament. Lockwood Construction had arrived in my town like a beacon of hope, offering a chance to escape my desperate circumstances. Little did I know that the opportunity would turn into a torturous dance with the devil himself.

Ethan, with his unwavering confidence and unyielding demeanor, seemed determined to break me. He pushed me to my limits, challenging my skills and testing my resolve at every turn. The more he pushed, the more I found myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

The battle of wills between us raged on, fueled by our undeniable chemistry and the constant tension that hung in the air. I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to Ethan than met the eye. Beneath his cold exterior, was there a glimmer of vulnerability, a hint of the man he truly was?

As the days turned into weeks, the lines between professional and personal blurred, and I found myself treading dangerously close to the edge of a precipice. The heat between us was becoming unbearable, and I knew that sooner or later, something had to give.

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