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He’ll complicate all her plans…

A But when her husband-to-be jilts her at the altar, a distraught Amy runs to the only place she feels safe—her office Besides, everyone orks on her floor is at her weddingexcept him Dax Harris Playboy, executive, and Amy’s official office enemy

While he and Amy don’t see eye-to-eye on the best of days, Dax can’t help but feel badly when he sees Aood and drunk, and they’re ers And since neither of the serious, why shouldn’t they be frenemies-with-benefits? Because there is no possible way they could ever fall for each other

Sleeping With Her Enemy

a 49th Floor novel

Jenny Holiday

Chapter One

When Amy Morrison was left at the altar, she went to the office

If this were a iant puffy dress would have hailed a cab to the airport and been on a beach at the beginning of the next scene Or at the very least, the Hollywood version would have shown her and her bridesetting blitzed at a karaoke bar while they sang Taylor Swift “boys suck” anthems

In fact, Taylor Sould probably play her in the : Toronto Edition Everyone was always saying how much she resembled the pop queen They shared the sa and red lipstick Once, Aed to talk her way into a club because the bouncer mistook her for Taylor But the si in the shower, she wasn’t creative, and instead of burning her way through half a dozen guys in as many years, she’d dated the same one for the past seven

The one who, an hour before their wedding was to start, had coy written all over his face and told her he didn’t love her anymore

If she were Taylor, she’d already be working on a kiss-off ditty that would top the charts and make her rich

But she wasn’t Taylor Swift She was just Aht be a whiz at overseeing multimillion-dollar commercial real estate projects, but she did not have the ability to convert her heartbreak into a platinum record So she’d come to the one place she felt safe The place she felt confident The place where people needed her, where, because she was good at her job, nothing ever fell apart

Yes, when Aiven a fleeting thought to going to the Rogers Centre instead There wasn’t a ho in coahtthere outside the stadiuone for the sure thing The truly safe place

The office had an extra benefit—it was guaranteed to be e She could picture the in hushed voices about poor, poor Aht about her mother, ould be in hysterics by now, mortified by the shame of it all Her mother had the uncanny ability to make every situation she encountered about her, and A would be no exception Her father would be no better He’d have tossed back several martinis before the cere her trajectory to nuclear ht about now, he’d be at the point where he thought he was fine, all blustery bravado, but really he’d be slurring his words, talking too loud, further incensing Amy’s mother

She waited until the elevator door slid shut in the lobby, and she pressed the button for the forty-ninth floor before she let the tears coed for the last two She was only twenty-nine, so she’d spent nearly all her twenties with Mason As her career had taken off, she’d supported hi the rent while he’d concentrated on his studies, and later, on his OB-GYN residency