Craving the CEO by Iona Rose

Blair.
I’d never had a one-night stand before and all I wanted to do was celebrate snagging my Interview at my anticipated new job, but he was cute on steroids. And then he went and smiled, and oh my, how much his parents must have spent on his teeth. He was downright edible. I could be exaggerating though, I did have a little too much to drink. To cut the long story short, I went back to his hotel room… and it was a totally ah-mah-zing night. Well, the rest is a bit sordid. One night stands are supposed to be. You creep out, or he does. I stole the march on him and left before he opened those heavenly eyes.I filed the night away in my head under Fantastic Experiences. When I was an old woman sitting on a rocking chair on my porch eating ice cream while my seven or even ten grandchildren played in the front yard, I would recall the night and tell me myself, “Blair, you scored well that night.”Then I got ready for the Interview day at the new job I was celebrating. Thankfully I did get the job.But now you must know where I’m going with this. That’s right, that unforgettably gorgeous man I was going to be congratulating myself over when I was wrinkled and gray, he was my new boss!And even without the alcohol he was climb-worthy, but I should add, he was what any reasonable woman would also call a boss-hole…