His Banana (Objects of Attraction Book 1)
<b>My new boss likes rules, but there's one nobody dares to break...<br />No touching his banana. <br />Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict. <br />Of course, I touched it. <br />If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth. <br />I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.<br />I know. Bad, bad, girl.<br />Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression. </b><br /><br />I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing. <br /><br />Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.<br /><br />This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption. <br /><br />Cue the James Bond music.<br /><br />I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.<br /><br />Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.<br /><br />Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me. <br /><br />Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.