In Love With My Work Rival (In Love With..., #4)

I took this job because I needed stability—structure—quiet.

What I didn't need was Boris Coleman.

My work rival. My daily migraine. The infuriating ex-military perfectionist who corrects my emails, steals my ideas, and glares like breathing near him is a personal offense.

It doesn't matter that he's handsome in that stoic, broad-shouldered, ruin-my-life way.
Or that his voice sounds like whiskey poured over ice.
Or that he's secretly kind when no one's looking.

He's rigid, stubborn, judgy—everyth...