title: Brushing Off the Boss (a Half Moon Bay novel)
author:  Annie Seaton 
description: <b>Want to read more from Annie?</b><br /><br />If you like your stories set in small towns with loyal friends and families, lots of fun and laughs, and always with a happily ever after, check out:<br /><br /><b>Prickle Creek Series</b><br />What happens when the four cousins are called home to the outback?<br />Her Outback Cowboy (Garth and Lucy)<br />Her Outback Surprise (Liam and Angie...coming in October 2017)<br /><br /><b>The Half Moon Bay series</b><br />Finding your perfect partner often turns out to be the one you least expect it to be, and that is certainly the case for these three couples!<br />Tangling with the CEO (Blake and Ana's)<br />Brushing Off the Boss (Jack and Sienna's story)<br />Guarding His Heart (Georgie and Liam's story)<br /><br />Opposites attract when these three couples are forced into each other's company in an exotic location in:<br /><b>The Affairs Series</b><br />Holiday Affair (Nick and Lissy)<br />Italian Affair (Tom and Brianna)<br />Outback Affair (Alexand Jessica)<br /><br /><br /><b>Connect with Annie</b><br />Website: annieseaton.net<br />Twitter: twitter.com/annieseaton26<br />Facebook: facebook.com/AnnieSeatonAuthor
zlib_text: Big	Bad	Boss
  by Cassandra Bloom
  
  Chapter	1	(Elaine)
  It was my ﬁrst day on the job. I was both excited and frightened, my
  stomach �ghtening around the bagel I had forced myself to eat that
  morning. I stood at the entrance of Fly Tech , my head �l�ng back just so I
  could see the top of the looming skyscraper.
  The sky was a bright blue. A few ﬂuﬀy clouds lingered here and there,
  making the scene look almost like a pain�ng. A large passenger plane ﬂew
  overhead, about to land at the local JFK airport.
  “Excuse me.” A man in a purple polo walked past me, a leather messenger
  bag slung over his shoulder. With an air of conﬁdence, he grabbed the door
  handle and swung it open. “Are you coming in?” He asked, glancing back at
  me.
  He looked around my age, a head full of shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were
  a murky green, swimming with intelligence. In his shirt pocket, a fancy-
  looking pen reﬂected the early morning sun.
  “Oh! Thank you.” I followed the gentleman inside.
  Instantly, the New York humidity