I walk into the most important meeting of my life, the one that's going to make or break my career, and he's here. The sexy charmer I met in the hailstorm outside. The guy so temptingly tasty I forgot myself, forgot I didn't do things like that, and asked him out. The worst part? He turned me down. And now he's here in my meeting. He's not charming. He's cranked off. Because of me.
Well, guess what? It's not the first time I've made a tech bro cranky. Just because I wear skirts doesn't mean I'm going to let them think I'm any less of a programmer than they are. And no matter how smart he is, I'm going to show him who's the boss.
It's me.
And there's no way I'm going to fall for his player ways again. Not when he sends me hilarious apology gifts, not when I teach him to two-step, and certainly not when he kisses me under the stars.
