The bad boy CEO always gets who he wants, especially on Valentine’s Day.
First a box of chocolates mysteriously appears at my door, followed by a bottle of perfume and a beautiful necklace.
Then some expensive lingerie comes wrapped with a big pink bow.
Finally a card arrives which simply says ‘you’re mine, be ready at seven.’
I don’t know what makes me do it but I’m ready and waiting at 6:55.
There’s a knock at my door, three short raps that send tingles down my spine.
My hand trembling, I open the door and my jaw drops. It’s my filthy rich boss and he means business.