Boss of Me

© TLM Productions LLC, 2020

Raquel

“Patton Fletcher, meet our new hire. Raquel Morgan is taking over international relations from Taron.”

My heart stutters in my chest, and all I can think is Wow.

“From Taron?” The muscle in his square jaw moves, and he looks to the right, towards Taron’s office, as if he can see through the wall. For a moment, I wonder if he can… being the devil and all.

“So yes, Raquel Morgan…” Sandra repeats herself, leaving the introduction open as she gestures toward me. “Patton Fletcher.”

“Right. Welcome.” He seems angry.

I can’t seem to find my voice. I’ve never been in the presence of someone so young yet so formidable in my life.

His dark hair is swept back from his face in glossy waves that touch the back of his collar. His shoulders are broad, and his biceps strain against the sleeves of the blue blazer he’s wearing.

He lifts a perfectly elegant hand—long fingers, neat nails—and the black tips of a tattoo peek out from beneath his white cuff. Jesus, take the wheel.

Our fingers touch, and my panties flood with heat. “How do you do.” My voice is practiced calm, but I feel weak.

Why didn’t anyone tell me how insanely hot this devil is?