I hate the holidays.
I hate hot chocolate.
And I especially hate hot controlling bosses from hell.
You know the irresistible type...all Bespoke suits, chiselled jaws and panty-dropping eyes...
With perfectly tousled hair that looks like he just finished banging a supermodel. Or three.
The ones so ruthlessly in love with their job, they command work festivities (and multiple O's) mandatory.
But this year's office party is gifting more than I asked for. Starting with an X-rated X-mas list, and ending with my candy-cane thong going viral...because unfortunately, this isn't Vegas...what happens at the company Christmas party sure as hell isn't staying there.
Everything is about to hit the fan....again.
And this time, I'm not the only one on the naughty list.