I have to give up my v-card because my sexy billionaire employer needs a successor to carry on his legacy. That one night we spent together-completely against the rules-ended with far too many Os. Oh yes! Oh, my! OMG SH*T! It was merely a simple supper; after all, secretaries and bosses frequently have private dinners. One minor point... My heels might have been by his ears at the end of ours. Would you blame me? I had no chance against the way his gaze devoured me, and neither did my innocent underwear.