Wrong Effing Number by J.D. Light

Sometimes, the breaking point is totally NOT what you thought.

Normal, everyday life for me basically looks a lot like me pretending not to notice how tall, dark and delicious my boss is. Working for Dr. Cole Foster is easy and fun, and even Arsyn, the ever-randy mastiff who is an escape artist and seems to find me irresistible, isn’t enough to make me hate working as Cole’s number one vet tech at his clinic. Going on a conference trip out of town to listen to drug reps talk about flea dip and special diet dog food doesn’t sound like the trip of dreams, but what if my dumb butt spices things up by sending a dirty text about my boss and the things I want to do to him… to my boss by mistake when I was actually trying to send it to my sister? This is how horror movies and romcoms start, right?

I’ll admit it, I’m a horrible, terrible person who is rejoicing in the fact that my gorgeous vet tech, Riley Hester, is going to have to share a room with me at the vet conference. What I plan on doing with him now that I have him where I want him, I have no idea, but a wrong number text might be just the incentive I need to start something I probably have no business starting with an employee. Things get out of hand fast, and before I know it, the small window of time allotted to us by being out of town, away from the clinic isn’t enough. I need more. The problem is, when the party’s over, will we be able to go back to just being boss and employee?