Oops! I Sexted My Boss On New Year's Eve

“Who the fuck is Benjamin?”

My blood ran cold.

Because the man with his hands on me wasn’t my fiancé.

He was my boss.

One drunken New Year’s Eve sext was all it took to blow up Alice Rhodes’s perfect life.

The filthy photo was meant for her fiancé. Instead, it landed on the phone of Theodore Linden-Hawthorne—the arrogant billionaire boss she can barely stand.

By midnight, her engagement is over, her best friend has betrayed her, and Theodore has become far too interested in the woman who swears she never wanted him.

Alice wants distance.

Theodore wants answers.

And the more they’re forced together, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends and obsession begins.

But there’s one problem neither of them sees coming:

the sext that started everything may not have been an accident at all.

Book 3