He couldn't remember a name to save his life.
It took him weeks to stop calling me Laura. Me. Laura. I don't even remotely look like a Laura. And let's not even talk about how he never uses the intercom system like a normal person. No, Mr. CEO prefers to shout across the office like we're in the middle of a cattle ranch. Super professional, right?
But here's the kicker:
He's arrogant.
He's always exactly seven minutes late. Not six. Not eight. Seven. He goes through assistants like most people go through socks, and somehow he still walks around like he owns the place. Spoiler: he doesn't. His father handed it to him like a Christmas gift. A shiny CEO title on a silver platter.
And that damn pen. The one he taps on his desk over and over again like he's composing some genius symphony of annoyance. I can hear it from my desk. I hear it in my sleep.
I hate him. I hate the way he talks. The way he walks. The way his damn dimples show up when he smirks.
I hate him.
I hate Daniel Metzgar.
...So why can't I stop thinking about him?
If you've ever loved to hate someone a little too much... or hated how much you might love someone-you're about to fall hard for this enemies-to-lovers story that will have you screaming, swooning, and possibly throwing your book across the room (only to pick it back up again seconds later).
Get ready. Daniel Metzgar is about to ruin your life-in the best possible way.