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?

The New York Times bestselling Beautiful series—from the authors of Love and Other Words and The Unhoneymooners—continues as Will Sumner and Hanna Bergstrom (from Beautiful Player) find that a wedding and everlasting love were just the beginning. One player tamed. One nerd girl satisfied...

Vincenzo (Vinny) - I always get what I want. I’ve run the streets all my life, starting with nickel and dime operations before working my way up to leading the most successful crime syndicate (it sounds classier than "mob") in the city. I’m in charge. I make the rules, and I never ask permission. I’m used to dealing with bastards as greedy and impatient as I am, so I’m thrown for a loop when a pure, kind-hearted, beautiful young man comes to me for help; he’s acquired many debts and is in need of a loan.

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.

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.