Billionaire Bossholes Mr. Jerk

Waking up next to a billionaire jerk wasn't on my to-do list- yet here I am, living the nightmare.The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort.Apparently, when you're a billionaire sports agent, finding half-naked women in your hotel room is just a typical Tuesday. Still, it didn't stop me from hurling a stiletto at him.He's fine-good reflexes.Then informed me I'm the one in his hotel room.Which is how I end up sharing a room with Mr. Jerk.Platonically.Mostly.Nothing happened-except for a few inappropriate thoughts and some very steamy dreams.He's volcanic-level hot, okay? But still, a jerk. Like when he fired his assistant in front of me and offered me the job five minutes later.Only a 5-star, card-carrying, world-revolves-around-me, A-hole would be so brazen.But he's also paying me triple what my newspaper job did.Giving me access to A-list athletes.Now I'm stuck working for Mr. Jerk, while he keeps showing up in my fantasies, uninvited.They say Noah Parker always gets what he wants.But he's not getting me.