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.
My stomach dropped a little. "I need to hit the ladies'," I told her.
I wormed my way through the circle of men, off the dance floor, and followed the signs to the second floor, which was essentially a balcony overlooking the entire club. I walked down a narrow hallway and into the bathroom, which was so bright that a pulse of pain spiked from my eyes to the back of my head. The room was eerily empty, and the music downstairs felt like it was coming up from underwater.
On my way out, I fixed my hair, mentally high-fived myself for putting on a rumple-free dress, and touched up my lipstick.
I walked out of the door and right into a wall of man.
We'd been close at the bar, but not this close. Not my face to his throat, the smell of him surrounding me. He didn't smell like the men on the dance floor, awash in cologne. He just smelled clean, and like a man who did his laundry, and who also had a touch of scotch on his lips.
"Hello, Petal."
"Hi, stranger."