I need to quit.
I've been telling myself that every day for the last six months. I knew as soon as I started working for Hudson as his virtual assistant that this wasn't going to work out. He's rude, bossy, and a total grouch.
I've only managed to last this long because whenever he starts being a jerk, I sass him right back. Enough is enough though. It's time for me to find a new job.
Except when I finally meet him in person to tell him that I quit, he refuses to accept my resignation.
Suddenly, instead of the grumpy jerk that I'm used to, Hudson seems to be trying to be almost . . . nice. It must be a trap. Except he says that it's something else.
Can I trust him when he says that we're fated to be?
Contains mature themes.