Sloane detached from him, her stubborn will clearly written across her face.

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

She took his hand and led him back into the party. Only after she made one last stand about the laundry room did she tell their friends the good news. Brady thumbed the engagement ring in his pocket the entire time.

He ended up with a blue laundry room a month later.

He ended up with a wife two months after that.

They shared a dinner table, conversation, and a surprisingly hot kiss…but Nell never expected to share an office space with the man as her brand-new boss…turn the page to start reading Like a Boss by Anne Harper.

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Chapter One

Antonella Bennett had a thorn in her backside. A gigantic, unforgiving thorn tearing through the brand-new frilly Victoria’s Secret concoction she had hidden beneath her dress. The one meant for Greg Lapinski, her boyfriend.

Her ex-boyfriend.

Her last of three mistakes was that she didn’t shut up when she noticed the teens in the corner were recording her on their smartphones. Instead, seeing the tech-savvy teens threw more fuel on her already burning flaming-hot fire.

“He’s not even a bad guy. That’s the worst part,” she continued, all volume and fiery purpose. “I can’t even really blame him for what happened. He tried to make this work. He never cheated. He was a good, solid guy. But it just didn’t matter, did it?” She turned her attention back to the man behind the host station.

“See, the only thing he did was meet a woman who became a friend—a nice, platonic friend,” she added. “One who, without him looking for it, became a thought in his head. One he ignored because we were in a committed relationship. But I guess when you meet ‘the one,’ staying with someone who isn’t just doesn’t work. Had I known that, I might not have driven hours to surprise him. But no. One kiss in and he called it quits! He said it took being with me to realize she was ‘the one.’ His missing piece. His soulmate.”

Nell wiped her hand across her forehead to try and keep some of the rainwater that had gotten trapped in her curls away from her eyeliner. Not that it would do much good after crying on and off in the car over the last fifty miles or so. One look at the man behind the counter and she knew he’d already been concerned even before she’d started yelling. She glanced at his name tag and powered on, riding the wave of righteous anger that had replaced the feeling of being passed over.