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HANDSOME SCOUNDREL

An ambitious intern. A perfectionist executive. And a whole lot of name-calling. Discover the story of Emily Brown and Robert Ramirez - and just how they got under each other's skin. Emily Brown is intelligent, hardworking, and days away from finishing her MBA. She has a dream job at a top-tier consulting firm and a terrific apartment in New York City. The only problem? She doesn't like her boss, who happens to be a gorgeous, infuriating man. Robert Ramirez is blunt, demanding, and always gets what he wants. And what he wants is his brilliant assistant - Emily. She's excellent at her job and surpasses his every expectation. So why can't he stop thinking about her? When their friction reaches its boiling point, Robert and Emily are forced to confront their complicated feelings for each other, and the result is a deliciously erotic office romance that neither of them can resist. As they explore their mutual desire, they uncover secrets about themselves and their pasts and learn that love can be messy, complicated, and downright beautiful. Told in alternating perspectives between Emily and Robert, Handsome Scoundrel is a steamy, provocative, and thoroughly addictive novel that will leave you begging for more.

Rachelharris · Urban
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71 Chs

CHAPTER 48

I just remained there, dumbfounded by his sudden appearance. I said, "What are you doing here?" I was able to inquire, my voice a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

His effort at a well groomed appearance was ruined when he ran his fingers through his hair. My heart twisted with a sense of nostalgia as I saw that well-known gesture. He said with a severity that surprised me, "I'm here to tell you that you are a complete idiot for leaving Ramirez Media."

His brazenness left me speechless, and a rush of excitement rushed through my body. "I definitely made some stupid choices. Thank you for being here to honor me. It's been a wonderful reunion, I shot back sarcastically as I started to walk away.

But then he spoke one word—a command—and it stirred up some ancient impulses in me. He demanded in a hushed, "Wait," tone. I stopped moving on impulse and turned around to face him, wanting to hear what he had to say. He had moved a little closer, making himself noticed.

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