Wall St. Jerk

The first time I met Ronan Kennedy face-to-face, it was while he was screaming down a fresh-faced analyst for being less than perfect at his job. And what's worse, he then tried to fire me for being in the way when said analyst turned away and fled—smashing my lucky cactus and ruining my knitting in the process, mind you.

Needless to say, I wasn't impressed. But I also wasn't ready for the unemployment queue. So, digging deep, I made sure Ronan had zero excuse to let me go, working myself to the bone—while squeezing in a little time for knitting every day—to make sure his previously chaotic team was now running like clockwork. I deserve a raise, but the annoyingly gorgeous boss-from-hell barely even uttered a thanks. Jerk.

That is, until I'm almost poached from his team and he's forced to face the hard truth—treat me as an equal or lose me forever.

To his credit, that's exactly what happens. And that's when things get really interesting . . .

Contains mature themes.