He’s my billionaire boss. The arrogant grump who shouldn’t even know I exist. And the man who just gave me an offer I can’t refuse. When Rome Blakely hands me a more-than-generous employment contract I’m confused. Because yesterday when I was working as a lowly grunt in the basement of his building I destroyed an uh interestingly shaped two-hundred-gallon bottle of perfume cost the company multiple six figures worth of damage and landed myself in the hospital for my trouble. And he wants to…pay me? Then I get it. He thinks I’ll sue and he’s trying to buy me off. The job he’s hiring me to do? “Official companion.” He’ll pay me more money than I’ve ever seen—and give me a generous clothing budget to boot—to hang on his arm and make pleasant conversation with the upper echelons of Manhattan society. I’m underemployed and nearly homeless—and I’m tempted. How hard could it be? I sign on the dotted lin