Grumpy Minotaur Boss by Terry Elm

Billionaires are like another species. And my new boss? I think he might actually be from another galaxy…
Evidence that my new jerk of a boss isn’t human:
1. He keeps the office ice-cold – and I’m the one who has turn the temperature down in front of the freezing staff! Sorry… just doing what the boss ordered…
2. He calls cinnamon buns “moon-shaped treats,” and manages to chomp them down by the dozen while keeping a drool-worthy muscled physique.
3. He writes in a language that looks like hieroglyphics and calls emails “blinks”.
4. He’s got a tattoo on his chest that I swear glows when I get near.
There’s something different about my new boss, and it’s not his eight-figure bank account and seven-foot frame.
Finance billionaires aren’t supposed to look like a giant barbarian stuffed into a ten-thousand-dollar suit, and when Ragar Parks storms into the office, he owns it. The entire floor trembles.
He’s intimidating as hell. So intimidating, I almost fall over when I first see him.
Alright. Full disclosure. I fall over. Great first impression, especially working for a guy who just went through three secretaries in the last week. I expect him to fire me on the spot, but when he calls me into his office, and I’m alone with the intimidating billionaire…
His eyes devour my curves like he’s starving.
He’s got secrets, and I’m determined to figure them out – if I can survive the catty front desk staff, the over-the-top office manager, and the dark world of billion-dollar deals that I’m suddenly pulled into.
But when I dare to trespass on his private floor and see his true form…
I don’t know if he’s going to kiss me…
Or eat me.