Rome Alvez is a disgraced champion car racer, a notorious playboy, and he’s her stoical Boss. Alex Hernandez is his efficient, smart-mouth and sassy Personal Assistant tasked to repackage his image and bring him back to glory.
He’s sarcastic. She’s cynical. He’s a player. She’s a man-hater.
From the first moment they met, it’s a battle of wit, wills, ad principles.
Until they kissed.
Then it became a war. A war among themselves.
“You’re avoiding me,” Rome stated flatly. The statement was silently but effectively declared from the other end of the room.
Straightening her back, Alex coolly met his eyes. “Why would I avoid you?”
“Because I kissed you,” he replied with a smirk.
In the background, Gaia coughed long and hard. She was ignored. Rome casually strode toward his scowling PA.
“It’s just a kiss,” Alex waved her hand in the air, dismissing his words and his kiss as irrelevant.
“Are you complaining?” His voice was openly laughing now as he stood in front of her, his half-lidded eyes looking down at her.
“Of course not.” She gave him a tight smile.
“Because I can turn it into more than just a kiss,” he countered amusingly.