I spilled a cup of coffee on the President of Acquisitions.
He deserved it.
Not the brightest idea, but I'd had a bad day, and now he's getting back at me.
For nine weeks I'm to be his assistant, and there's nothing I can do about it.
It's punishment.
Every moment we're near each other it's a constant battle of wills, but I refuse to go down.
If only he wasn't so good looking.
If only my fantasies didn't invade our arguments.
Everything.