Heroine Miranda Johansson has had a very bad day. The strait-laced, ultraconservative stock-market analyst in Chicago’s LaSalle Street financial district just lost eighty-seven million dollars of her clients’ money in a massive stock-market implosion. And if that weren’t bad enough, she just had wild, no-holds-barred sex with a complete stranger on her coffee break----and that complete stranger turns out to be her new boss! Can Miranda get control of herself without losing her job, and her mind? Or will her sexy new boss completely derail her self-discipline, her stock portfolio, and her career? (Not to mention the sudden intrusion of his manipulative ex-girlfriend---a scheming, ruthless woman who controls half of Wall Street.)
Will Miranda survive the ups and downs of her new love life, which is just as volatile and unpredictable as the market? Or will her new romance go down the tubes along with the economy? Only time will tell.
“Umm,” she stammered for the umpteenth time that morning. “I’m not really--creative. I’m more of a ….” She trailed off. Suddenly her tongue felt too large for her mouth.“It’s all right, miss,” the tall, azure-eyed man said, taking her right hand in his and squeezing it. “We all have bad days in this business. Goes with the territory. As long as you can make up some of your losses, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”As long as you can make up some of your losses. He made it sound so easy.
But it wasn’t. Anyone who’d ever invested a dime in the stock market could tell her that. “Well, um, I guess I should really be going!” Miranda stood up, looking right and left for a wastebasket where she could toss her empty espresso cup.“I’ll take that,” the tall man said, standing up. He reached for the empty, and their hands touched again. Miranda felt a bolt of lightning streak right through her body as his skin grazed hers. She’d never felt these kinds of sensations before. Not with Paul. Not even with her old college boyfriend Bradley--the man to whom she’d given her precious virginity. Not with anyone. The entire lower half of Miranda’s body was in flames. Her nipples had gone rock-hard, and the space between her thighs was slick as melted butter. Her head throbbed, and her lips, teeth, and tongue screamed for the feel of his mouth on hers.What the hell was going on?Miranda felt her cheeks flush. How could this be happening? She was a prim, proper, and very strait-laced woman. She didn’t go throwing herself with wild abandon at total strangers--let alone total strangers she’d met while on what was supposed to be a five-minute coffee break from work. And yet, her body was telling her that throwing herself at this nameless man with wild abandon wasexactly what she had to do, right now, just to stay alive, just to keep breathing. Without giving the matter another thought, Miranda leaned forward and kissed the tall, generous, anonymous man’s lips. And it wasn’t just any kiss, either. It was a grab-his-ass, stick-her-tongue-halfway-down-his-throat kind of kiss.It was a kind of kiss Miranda hadn’t known she was capable of giving anyone--let alone a man she’d met less than ten minutes ago, a man whose name she still didn’t know. A man who was kissing her back with as much gusto as she was kissing him.