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Until Mr. Perfect broke the unwritten rule of New York City lunch hour and found a devious way to cut the line.
He took my spot, making me late for a meeting, and then had the audacity to hand me his peonies as he waltzed out with what should have been my sandwich!
A wink and flowers from a handsome guy won't fix my disaster of a life.
My career as a lawyer is failing before it even started.
I live in a tiny, crumbling apartment.
I have to deal with my obnoxious supervisor who seems intent on taking Hunter's peonies for herself
Except that his peonies (and other flowers) are mine.
They were delivered to my desk at work!
Bouquet aside, Hunter breaks all my rules. I know I should ignore him. I know it's going to be an epic disaster.
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