Stuck on You by Lindsey Hart

I got his multi-million $$ ring stuck on my finger.
As an undercover reporter, that’s probably the dumbest thing to do.
Especially when this is my last shot to drag that A-hole down.
That stupid ring!
An heirloom my grandmother gave to me…
And it’s cursed.
Cursed to bring love to its owner, apparently.
Too bad its owner is me and I don’t believe in this love bullshit.
Hah!
Except, that new maid who just came in…
She went and got my damn ring stuck on her finger!
And for some reason, she seems to hate me.
People rarely hate me… least of all women.
Not that it matters.
Because I’m getting my ring off her finger.
And then I’m going to fire her.
And no, I’m not going to bang her first,
However gorgeously stubborn she damn well is,
Even though I’m sorely tempted to shut her sassy mouth up.
And it will involve lips. Hers… and mine.
But curse or no curse, she’s definitely not it!