Scoring the Boss

He negotiates contracts. She runs numbers. But when they're left alone, will late nights in the office ignite forbidden flames?

Archer

In three years, I've poured my heart and soul into the Sarasota Sharks. My goal? To make them winners in all respects of the word. Now my mission's accomplished, the team and staff respect me, and not because my father owns the team.

Sounds great, right? But what do I do now? I have no personal life, and after my last horrifically failed relationship, I am not looking to strike-out. My hearts only got one last chance at swinging for love and I'm not ready to miss.

But then SHE walked in.

She struck me straight in the heart the moment I saw her. For the first time I am feeling things I thought I'd never feel again, Her sarcasm, her peephole blouse and those kissable red lips—let's just say she's hard to resist. She reads me like a pitcher just waiting to strike me out.

The problem? She came in for an interview and now she works for me. And like an idiot, I made the rule - no boss/employee relationships. Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Managing a professional baseball organization is easy. But controlling my feelings for my color-coding, pen clicking Financial Analyst is proving to be the most difficult task on my to-do list.

Do I play by the rules or do I risk it all and go for that home run to love?