Losing His Shirt

As her boss, I was a jerk.

Rosemary was my personal assistant, and I treated her like my personal slave.

I've been rich my whole life, and now the money's gone. I had no clue what to do or where to turn, so I turned to her.

I found Rosemary starring in a musical, and I could hardly believe my eyes...and ears. My God, she sang like an angel. She's Broadway-bound for sure. I had no idea she was so talented.

I guess I never knew she had a life outside my office.

I asked for her help, and she took pity on me.

Now my heart pounds when she's near, and I get chills when she sings. Rosemary is the most sensual, sweet, talented woman I've ever known.

I'm flat broke and in love with my former secretary.

How can I convince her I'm not the arrogant jerk she used to know...and despise?