Rachel I cannot believe this douchebag. Just because you’re some rich CEO with a fancy name, a slick car, and an unbelievable amount of sex appeal, it doesn’t mean you get to literally run over all of us little people. Sebastian Clementine (what kind of name is that, anyway?) isn’t going to get away with damaging my truck and not paying for it. We’re just a small California farm, after all. We’re trying to keep up in the expanding world of organics, and we can’t really afford to repair our ancient delivery truck. I had to reattach the bumper my own damn self, while the beautiful, well-groomed man responsible doesn’t even look like he’d know how. I don’t know what I was planning to say, crashing into his big, important meeting this way, but by God, he is going to keep his word to me. When his cool, calm gaze meets mine, I suddenly wish I were wearing something nicer than my farm jeans…but I’m not exactly known for holding my tongue, so out it pops: “Hey, asshole, remember me?” Sebastian Well, if it isn’t the fiery Ms. Dare, storming into my office guns a-blazing, calling me out. I was wondering when I might hear from her. Or rather, I was hoping I would hear from her soon. It’s true that our first encounter could have gone better. Smashing into someone’s car isn’t the best way to make a first impression. Our second encounter is off to a rough start as well…but perhaps I can turn it to my advantage. I’m not president of Clementine Organics just because of my good looks, after all. I’m almost glad I pissed her off – she’s so sexy when she’s angry. And that I can definitely work with.