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Ivy's been in love with her boss Lennon from day one. She's even his work wife. Will sneaking into a party he's attending help her convince him she wants to serve him by day and by night?

What would you say to a three-day weekend?” Lennon asked, and Ivy could have rung his beautiful neck for even suggesting such a thing.

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“Why?” she asked, turning from the filing cabinet in his private office to face him. She’d been digging for something she hadn’t actually needed, which she did about five times a day simply to have an excuse to go into Lennon’s office.

“Why? You don’t say ‘Why?’ when your boss offers you a three-day weekend. You say, ‘Hell yes, boss. Best idea I’ve ever heard."

Ivy pursed her lips at him. “Why?” she asked again.❛ ֊ ❛

“You and I both worked all weekend last weekend,” Lennon said, leaning back in his vintage leather swivel chair. He put his hands behind his head and raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to contradict him. Ivy envied the hands on his hair. Lennon was a young silver fox, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was mid-thirties and already mostly gray.

“No big deal.” She waved her hand and sat in the club chair across from his desk. When she crossed her legs, she watched him, hoping he’d look at her legs. He did for a split second before meeting her eyes again. “It’s not like you didn’t pay me overtime.” And it’s not like she hadn’t loved every second of it. Weekend work meant Lennon out of a suit and in jeans and his favorite ratty concert T-shirts. Saturday had been Pink Floyd. Sunday belonged to Eminem.

Lennon leaned forward, rested his elbows on his desk and looked her in the eyes. Blue eyes, bright but tired.

“Katie broke up with me,” he said.

“What? Why?” Breaking up with Lennon seemed as insane as setting a Rembrandt on fire. Who did that?

“This is awkward.” Lennon wrinkled his face up, and it was as handsome wincing as it was smiling.

“Me?” Ivy asked.

“She said I spent more time with my assistant than I do with her.”

“You do.”

“If you weren’t, you know, you, it wouldn’t be a problem. But you are you and that’s a problem. For her, not me.”

“Did you just tell me I’m pretty?”

Lennon glared at her. “You know you are. Katie wouldn’t care about that if I didn’t spend my weeks with you and my weekends with you. She says you’re my work wife.”

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