Cocky Bosshole: A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

When your boss flirts wearing nothing but a towel, don’t look. Run away. I didn’t. I stayed. I looked. And then I called him an A-hole. It was my first day at work. Accepting his job offer at his resort was my last option. Now I’m staying in a room next to his, victim to his relentless flirting. I’m a good girl. Play it safe. Take things slow. He’s an entitled jerk. Plays around. Takes what he wants. And what he wants is me. In his bed. But I won’t fall for him. I refuse to be another name on his long list. He tells me to break up with my boyfriend. And asks if I think about him when I’m alone in bed. I do. And I give in to his strong arms and sexy smirks. He says he’s not a relationship type of guy. I can’t tell him what my heart really wants. Or about the secret growing in my belly.