Description
A boss, his assistant, a snowstorm and just one bed. What could go wrong?
They call him Dr. Perfect.
I call him Dr. Aloof, Dr. Arrogant, Dr. If you're going to fire me—just get it over with.
If I had other options, I'd quit, but I need this job. Badly. So I jump at the chance to impress him by hand-delivering some important documents.
Yes, he's staying on a remote Scottish island, but I've got it covered...
Until the ferry back is cancelled, there are no hotels on the island and there's a storm headed our way.
So I'm snowed in with my impossibly handsome boss, who barely knows my name, in a tiny one-bedroom cottage in the middle of nowhere.
But unlike the snow outside, his icy stare is beginning to melt, and we don't need a generator to keep things warm inside.