It’s company policy: don’t sleep with your employees.
No matter how handsome and flirty they may be.
Yet when my promotion puts me in charge of the three of them?
That policy is going to be hard to follow.
Liam, the chestnut-haired boy-next-door I’ve flirted with for five years–and who is finally single.
Arthur, the suave French accountant who pronounces my name like it’s an expensive wine.
Robbie, the bashful computer nerd whose chiseled body and sleeve tattoos hint at something deeper.