GIANNAI hate my dad’s boss. I’d never actually met Auburn Bouvier, but I despised him on principle. He was a cold, demanding dictator who made his employees miserable. When I moved to New York City, it was inevitable that I would run into the head of the Bouvier fashion empire while visiting my dad at his office, and when I did, the man was nothing like I expected.
He was worse.
Yet I somehow ended up on a date with the enigmatic Mister Bouvier. Sure, he was incredibly handsome with jet black hair, a perfect jawline, and a mouth that looked like it was spun from sugar and sin, but he was also arrogant, overbearing, and a complete jerk. Not to mention he was fifteen years older than me.
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