Dear Mr. Brisken,
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face. I hate your cocky, skirt-chasing, playboy ways. I hate working as your secretary – but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it.
I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I’d Like to Kill) is more appropriate.
I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend’s wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.
But mostly, I hate how once the charade is over, I might not hate you at all…it was so much easier when you were the Boss I Loved To Hate.
Contains mature themes.