My first night on the job, I manage to sleep with my boss and get fired all in one go.
And just when I think things can't get any worse, it does.
A desperate attempt to pay tuition so I can graduate college is the only reason I took this job, but when I accidentally spill a bottle of expensive tequila on Jovan Aguilar, I have no idea he's the one who owns the elite Miami night club-a fact he doesn't reveal until the morning after I end up in his bed.
That is, right before he fires me from the club, telling me I make a shit bottle girl.
He has something else in mind for me to pay off my debt, though. Something far worse than I ever could have imagined. Because it turns out, Jovian's club is just a front for how he really makes a living: as a Columbian cartel boss.
Now working for him as a server for his clandestine meetings, I get a peek behind the curtains at some of the most notorious criminal enterprises in the world...and just how ruthless and terrifying the man who's still my boss can be. That's not why I keep landing in his bed, but when two pink little lines stare back at me a few weeks later, I know I'm in a world of trouble.
And the only one I can turn to is also my biggest threat: Jovan himself.
