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Chapter One

“Honey, have you given any er tits?”

Emma rolled her eyes and dropped her head onto her desk Why couldn’t her mother bake cookies, knit sweaters or do any of that other Betty Crocker shit? No-o-o, she couldn’t be that lucky Katrina Davis—or Kat, as she liked to be called—had alanted to be the cool mom on the block Heck, most of Emma’s childhood friends still called her mother for advice The woman didn’t pull any punches “God, Mom, can we please not talk about my tits today? Or lack of them?”

“Eood You’re too attractive to sit at home all the time Men are visual creatures, so maybe a new rack is exactly what you need Your father can’t keep his hands off er You don’t want to wake up one day and have them fall out of bed before you do”

“Gross, Moross I don’t want to hear anything about your sex life with Daddy Ever I’d like to be able to look hies in s you feel the need to confide to o Catholic—then you could confess to someone with a more professional opinion”

“Oh, E to help You knohat? I’ll even pay if I can pick them out I’ll e-mail you some information and you can let me knohat you think”

“Mom, for the last time, I like my tits just fine!” As soon as she shouted that last bit, E behind her Please tell me that the asswipe isn’t behind roaned Fate definitely wasn’t on her side Her boss, Brant Stone, stood behind her with his usual condescending sh she could hear her still speaking as she gingerly placed the receiver back in the cradle Deter her rattled, she raised a brow, asking as politely as she could ?”

“Apparently not as badly as you do, Emma”

Oh great, here it comes, another jab at et if I choked hi her back to nonchalantly pick up her coffee cup, she said, “Pardon?”

“I aht,” he replied

More obscure code to unravel She spent half of her ti about She knew he did it on purpose, the sneaky bastard “I bet you are, considering you cause most of my misery” She kneas unprofessional as well as career suicide to talk to her boss this way, but she kept hoping he would have her transferred to another department so that he could find someone more suitable for his assistant So far, that hadn’t happened She had even started dropping hints, but, like every suggestion she nore it

“That’s flattering, Emma, but I don’t think I can accept responsibility for yourshortcos”