Silver Fox Grump

When your dad's best friend is teaching you to kiss, and says, “I can't breathe without you.”

After a little solo dance party mistake leaves me with a black eye, I tell everyone at work that I tripped on the stairs.

Then my gorgeous, silver fox boss who I thought I was invisible to, walks in and snarls, “No more dancing on tables, Miss Matthews.”

And I go still. Because the only way he could know that was if he could see what I was doing in my apartment.

Mr Blackwood is twice my age. He's my da...