He’s the boss of my panties. Literally.

As in he’s the fiercely supportive and protective CEO of his baby sister’s clothing company – the one I design for.

Yes, he’s as dreamy as he sounds. So dreamy that I can barely form words when I see him.

…Until the day I open my mouth at one of our design staff meetings and now I’m somehow working directly with the one man in the world I think about while designing all these sexy lacy bits…

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She designs some of the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen.

The quietly classy kind. The kind I can imagine her wearing. Even though I shouldn’t. She works for me, for chrissakes; I can’t touch her.

My sister thinks I'm micromanaging her bottom-line.

I’m not.

Seems I can only keep my eyes on one bottom these days and it has nothing to do with accounting.

And now that I’ve discovered the shyest lingerie designer on the planet is capable of exchanging more than a few words with me each month, it’ll be a miracle if I can stop thinking about her at all…