Just So You Know, I Don't Work Fridays
416 pages
|Published: 27 Jun 2023
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Format: Ebook
Language: English
Publication date: 27 June 2023
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A Hilarious Grumpy Boss Steamy Romance Book from New York Times Bestselling Author J. S. Cooper...Dear Diary,
I’m having the absolute worst week.
I just got evicted from my apartment, my parents just announced their divorce, and to top it off, I was just fired from my job at the coffee shop because of some ridiculously grumpy hot wall-street-looking banker and a bad cup of coffee I made.
But the story gets worse because the guy that got me fired, Finn Joseph. Well, he’s now my new boss. Yes, I, Harriet Campbell, am now a housekeeper for a billionaire. And the joke is on him because I can’t cook or clean.
And get this, this morning, he walked into my bedroom at five a.m. demanding his breakfast, and I may have told him to make it himself, which led to him pulling the sheets off the bed and revealing that I slept in the nude. Yeah, FML… only somehow I made it even worse.
But I’ll save the blindfolded quasi-lap-dance breakfast story for another entry. I’m too mortified to think of it right now.
❤️ Harriet
P.S. If anyone is reading my diary, I will get revenge on you in a slow, tortuous way!
I’m having the absolute worst week.
I just got evicted from my apartment, my parents just announced their divorce, and to top it off, I was just fired from my job at the coffee shop because of some ridiculously grumpy hot wall-street-looking banker and a bad cup of coffee I made.
But the story gets worse because the guy that got me fired, Finn Joseph. Well, he’s now my new boss. Yes, I, Harriet Campbell, am now a housekeeper for a billionaire. And the joke is on him because I can’t cook or clean.
And get this, this morning, he walked into my bedroom at five a.m. demanding his breakfast, and I may have told him to make it himself, which led to him pulling the sheets off the bed and revealing that I slept in the nude. Yeah, FML… only somehow I made it even worse.
But I’ll save the blindfolded quasi-lap-dance breakfast story for another entry. I’m too mortified to think of it right now.
❤️ Harriet
P.S. If anyone is reading my diary, I will get revenge on you in a slow, tortuous way!
