DeborahAFTER TWO WEEKSI had always followed the rules.I covered my lips with my hand when I laughed to stifle the sound. When I cried, I did so alone in my apartment. I only used the f-word once, when I dropped the casserole and spilled lasagna all over the kitchen floor, and even then, I was alone.Without a doubt. I was single and often felt lonely.I dressed suitably for each position, first as a typewriter, then as a secretary, and finally as the executive assistant to the president of Alvarado's Media Empire.So, what was I doing travelling from California to Washington on my own, dressed inappropriately, to deliver vital papers to my boss's holiday property on the coast?What else is there? Of course, I can't ignore the fact that I was in love. Sebastian Alvarado, my gruff, arrogant, but attractive boss, has smitten me.Yeah. Wasn't everyone? He was six three and a half feet tall. That was fortunate because I am six feet tall in my stocking feet. Or, as my buddy Vivian put it
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