The best things in life… come curved… I’m not a bad girl. Not really. Okay, I mean, I’ve got a couple kinks in my system, if you catch my drift, but nothing incredibly wild or strange.
At least, I don’t think so.
You see, Joseph Videl’s my boss, and he’s always giving me eyes from across the room. I can tell likes his finance interns busy, although the “work” he sends my way seems suspiciously like he’s trying to, I don’t know, get me?
And then he asks me out.
Out to his penthouse suite.
Alone. With him.
There’s a problem though: I secretly sold my program to help his competitor. Plus, I’m a working-class, broke-a** college student. And I don’t know if I can love a man with interests opposite to mine.
He’s Wall Street and I’m Main Street.
Now, I’m at the first level of his complex. It’ll be 180 floors before I reach the top. What am I doing here?
Why did I come?