Reese King: Olympic medalist, underwear model, Greek god.
His body is chiseled from rock, sculpted by the weight room, and refined by water.
On a daily basis his skin is completely bare for everyone to see, tan and defined, covered up only by a minuscule piece of spandex. There is no denying his sex appeal.
I hate to admit it, but I'm head over heels infatuated with him.
There is one huge problem, though. His achingly gorgeous abs, inked-up arm, and cocky swagger belong to my boss, the high-profile reality star bitch from hell and certified heinous human being Bellini Chambers.
What I think is going to be an easy job assisting a glorified wench turns into a clusterf--k of epic proportions.