It wasn’t supposed to happen, okay? A couple of drinks and a sinful British accent later and I’m in bed with a stranger. Of course, I left first thing in the morning because I’m a responsible adult. An adult who has a new job that I need in order to keep my double life a secret. Little did I know I’m not, in fact, responsible. Because the stranger I left in bed? Yeah, he’s not a stranger after all. He’s my new boss.