Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is to get through the next twenty-four hours without embarrassing myself. I have no business spending the day with Bain Thatcher, my incredibly hot and totally off-limits boss. He’s my opposite in every way: older, rich, and so drop-dead gorgeous women in the office call him the “panty melter.” Did I mention he’s hot? He’s also coming off a nasty divorce, and I know romance is the last thing on his mind. Unfortunately, it’s the only thing on mine whenever I’m near him. So it was pretty dumb of me to agree to ...

Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is to get through the next twenty-four hours without embarrassing myself. I have no business spending the day with Bain Thatcher, my incredibly hot and totally off-limits boss. He’s my opposite in every way: older, rich, and so drop-dead gorgeous women in the office call him the “panty melter.” Did I mention he’s hot? He’s also coming off a nasty divorce, and I know romance is the last thing on his mind. Unfortunately, it’s the only thing on mine whenever I’m near him. So it was pretty dumb of me to agree to accompany him to his family’s Christmas party. I should have said no, but I couldn’t resist his handsome face and sexy grin when he said he didn’t want to go alone. His washboard abs might have had something to do with it, too. Ever since I got a glimpse of them, I’ve had trouble staying on the Nice List. Now I’ve got to handle three hours in the car with Bain Thatcher the Panty Melter, followed by a whole evening on his arm. I’ve spent three years hiding my attraction to my boss. It’s going to take a Christmas miracle for me to hide it during this trip. I know you’re busy, Santa Baby, but it would be great if you could hurry down the chimney and help me keep my oh-so-naughty thoughts to myself.