Hate at First Sight — Lilian Monroe

Dear Mr. Arrogant Jerk,

You claim I stole your parking space, but that's because you're a smug, full-of-yourself, patronizing bonehead.
You think you're entitled to everything you see.
Newsflash: You're not.
As such, you can stop staring at my a**.

Sincerely,
The girl whose day you just ruined.

That's the letter I wish I slipped under that numbskull's windshield wiper…
… Until I show up for my first day at my dream job, and find out Mr. Arrogant Jerk is my new boss.

Wonderful. Fantastic. Typical.

The worst part?
Martin Henderson, a.k.a. Mr. Arrogant Jerk, is devastatingly handsome.
His sinful, brooding aura makes my stomach clench whenever he's near.
His voice sends sparks through my chest, and his piercing, irresistible eyes make me weak in the knees.

One thing is certain: I'm about to be in big, arrogant-jerk-induced trouble.

Note: Hate at First Sight was previously titled Guilty.