Enemy Boss by Iona Rose

Maxine
My high heels were dangerously high, the steps were treacherously steep, and I would surely have fallen and broken my neck if a drop-dead gorgeous stranger had not stepped in and rescued me.
The stars were out, the night was young, the banter was delicious, and he was irresistible, so I did what I NEVER did.
I went home with him!
Wow! Hands down he was the best lover I’d ever had, and in the morning, we should have been eagerly exchanging phone numbers… instead we argued. He more or less called me a slut and I stormed out with the distinct impression I’d accidentally hooked up with a misogynistic brute too horrible to even contemplate.