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Prologue.

He was a stern man, everyone knew that already. Very wealthy, very powerful. No one dared look him in the eye. Everyone sort of kept to themselves, so to speak. Mr. Everhart has pushed and pushed his way to the top. I knew it was never going to happen for me. He was a man of rules, he had his own and you obeyed. If you di, your ass is grass.

It's not like I really thought I had a serious chance. I mean the man is smoking hot, 6'2 with gorgeous green brown eyes. He's got the jawline that could kill, the bank balance that would make you have an orgasm at the sight of it, and to top it all off he's smarter than hell. Why on earth would this man ever have an interest in me?

I live alone in a medium size house, it's fairly decent and has good rent. I've worked at the same coffee shop for 2 years, and I have a cat named Bean. I'm pretty average, about 5'3 with brown eyes and meduim length dark brown hair. It's crazy how ordering one man's coffee can change so much.