Mr. Big Shot by J.P. Comer

I should have never asked him out. But don’t judge me. It was a dare.
He looked hot at the nightclub, even though he stuck out like a sore thumb in a perfectly tailored suit.
Long story short – He said no when I asked him out.
Well, screw you, Mr. Big Shot.

That turned us from strangers to enemies pretty quickly.
And then… I applied for a new job.
It was a secretarial position.
Nothing fancy.
And definitely not at a firm that he owned.
Of course, I forgot that Mr. Big Shot does, in fact, own half of Las Vegas.

So, now here I am…
Standing in front of my worst enemy with a resumé in hand.
He gives me a smirk and checks me out.
And his next words will determine my fate.
You think I’ll get the job?