Six Month Rule

She created the game, but the rules are about to change.
 
The second I met Will Evans in his three-piece suit with that hot as hell British accent, I wanted him.
 
That is...until he insulted my shoes and stole my corner office.
 
Now I have to work side-by-side with the surly British arsehole who just set my career back six months.
 
It's fine. That accent won't get to me, no matter how sexy it sounds when he asks permission to do things professionals shouldn't do. On the couch. In the corner office I still wish was mine.
 
Maybe we can't keep our hands off each other, but I'm sure as hell not falling for a guy who lives an ocean away. Because in six months, he's leaving for good.
 
I don't do broken hearts, but you know what they say...
 
There's a first time for everything.