Blame it on the Champagne

There's only one thing to do when you wake up, married to your brand new boss, whom you hate but can't resist: You blame the champagne. I blame the bubbles for my wild night with a masked stranger. Who cares if it's nothing this good girl would normally do--with a man that turns out to be my horrible boss? Who cares that I'm promised to someone else? I blame the alcohol for agreeing to marry him. As long as my new husband keeps his mouth shut, I can survive five years of our little arrangem...