Ergebnis für "Bad Boss Behaviour" in Literatur & Belletristik

Cash. Meine Assistentin kündigt und das Chaos namens Shelby Torres taucht auf. Sie ist ebenso atemberaubend wie tollpatschig und wirbelt meine strukturierte Welt komplett durcheinander. Alle Versuche, Abstand zu halten, erweisen sich als gar nicht so leicht, und obwohl Shelby meine Kontrolle mehr als nur einmal auf die Probe stellt, fühle ich mich auf bizarre Weise zu ihr hingezogen. Doch das spielt keine Rolle. Ich bin ihr Boss, und zudem beginnt man nichts Neues, wenn das alte noch nicht abgeschlossen ist. Oder?

Reese, jung, hübsch, ehrgeizig, durchlebt gerade das schlimmste Date ihres Lebens, als sie ihn zum ersten Mal sieht: Chase Parker. Immer wieder wandert ihr Blick zu dem unglaublich attraktiven Mann am anderen Ende des Restaurants. Plötzlich steht dieser auf, setzt sich an Reeses Tisch und tut so, als wären sie alte Freunde - das rettet für Reese nicht nur den Abend, sondern bringt sie auch völlig durcheinander.

My new boss has it all. In spades. Gorgeous green eyes? Check. Hard-and-sexy body? Check. Intelligence? Check. Success? A big fat billionaire.... Check. Too bad I haven't started out on the best foot. My big mouth has already turned him against me, and tempting good looks and success aside, Trent Turner is no peach either. He's stubborn and thick-headed, and son of a fruitcake, he thinks he knows everything there is to know about the hotel business. But that's not all. See, he isn't just my billionaire boss from hell. He's my new neighbor, too.

One player tamed. One nerd girl satisfied. And one more major life decision to make. When Will fell for Hanna, her quirky sense of humor and fierce dedication to her career were part of the attraction. (Not to mention her coy newbie attitude toward sex and her willingness to let him teach her everything.) But when the job offers start rolling in for her - and oh, they do - Hanna has trouble deciding what she wants, where they should live, and how much she should burden Will with the decision.

Have I already told you that I hate my boss today? Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch. I honestly can't wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I'm quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass.