1 Dear Mr. President

Gemma Liu placed everything her boss expected for the day on his desk: relevant project information, his daily itinerary, and a large coffee. She smiled and walked out of his office humming one of her favorite songs.

She sat down at her desk as the elevator opened, revealing President Charles Wen Of Wen Technology. Her boss. The man who kept her up till ridiculous hours; either because he needed her to work overtime or because she was thinking about how wildly handsome he was. How she'd like to kiss his sexy lips—

"Good morning, Miss Liu." Charles said in his cold, uninterested voice.

"Good morning, Mr. President." She said in that out of breath, heart racing voice that came out of her mouth anytime he spoke to her.

Why did his mere presence turn her brain and tongue to jelly?!

"Miss Liu? Miss Liu!" President Wen thundered.

"Ahh?" She asked, confused and embarrassed to be caught day dreaming.

"Miss Liu, pay attention when I'm speaking! I said order English breakfast for me this morning." His voice, now harsh, pounded her eardrums.

"Of course, Dear. I mean, oh gosh. I'll do it right away, Mr. President." Gemma said with an inward groan. Gemma, you are an idiot, she told herself.

He stared at her as though he'd just stepped in cow manure then just shook his head and slammed the door to his office.