Grump by Michaela Scott

Have you ever met a guy who was so grumpy that you threw your drink in his stupid sexy face?
I made it about five seconds with Hunter Mathis before I gave the scorching hot billionaire a vodka facial.
Don’t ask how I got hired as his personal assistant.
I don’t want to talk about it.
I’m just trying to make it through a single day of working for my impossibly handsome, unbearably growly billionaire boss without the two of us making a scene.
Hunter wants me to follow his rules and fetch him his coffee.
I want him to stop scowling around the workplace and loosen up for a change.
We’re tearing the whole office apart, and that’s not good for either of us.
The only way we’re going to save this company is if we can learn to work together.
But first, I’m going to turn that frown upside down, no matter what it takes.
I just have to do it without falling for, or falling into bed with, my chiseled, snarly, supernova-hot boss.
And that might just be the hardest part of the job.