I'm thinking it's finally got to be my turn. 

I've got no man and no money. Nothing but a personality and a smile. 

But maybe that's enough this time. 

The richest guy in New York is looking for a secretary, and lucky for me, he's young and as hot as sin. 

Too bad he's an alpha asshole rich boy who's stuck on himself. Nothing I do is right. 

Throw in a crazy ex and a father that can't stand anything that breathes in his personal space, and I. Am. Out. 

He can find someone else to take notes and get his coffee. 

I'm fine being broke and single. I've gotten good at it. 

Besides, I'm not interested in a billionaire affair. 

Or am I already in too deep to leave?

Sure as hell feels that way.