Clif Jackson is nothing but nine inches of smoking hot tattooed trouble…and my new boss. Too bad I didn’t know that when I slept with him the night before I was to start my new job in the ritzy ski mecca of Jackson, Wyoming. Thank God this temp position is only going to last six weeks. Six very, very long weeks. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to handle the conceited cowboy that long. And here I thought I was going to be able to escape from the suffocating California heat…
Who the hell is this woman? Is she really going to skip out on me after giving her the best night of her life? Hell, she didn’t even beg for my number or plead for a second date. Fortunately, as luck would have it, my partner just hired her on, and I’m really looking forward to having her under me. Only problem is, I don’t think six weeks of her is going to be enough to satisfy my insatiable appetite. Guess I better get to work.