When a misunderstanding puts awkward intern Wes at odds with his brilliant beautiful boss Corrine, he ends up doing her dry cleaning and car washing instead of marketing projects. He’d hate her, if he didn’t admire her. She’d enjoy torturing him, if she didn’t think he was adork-able. And okay, hot. When they tumble into a secret affair, they’ll decide what they’re willing to sacrifice for love. A #MeToo relevant story, DEVIL WEARS PRADA meets DATING YOU/HATING YOU.
This elevator is sweltering. Or maybe it’s just the combination of my nerves and this suit that’s making me feel like the air is thick enough to choke on. I tug on my tie. After two years of wearing nothing but jeans and t-shirts, the silk feels like a noose. The only piece of clothing I feel comfortable in are my socks.
I stand shoulder to shoulder with a guy almost my height, in a similar suit and tie. Though his looks much more expensive and he seems more at home in it. His blond hair and Rolex glare under the fluorescents. The volume on his iPod is turned up so loud I can hear his horrible taste in music clearly through the ear buds.
“Hold the elevator!” a woman calls as the doors start to roll closed.
I step forward, pressing my hand to one side of the sliding doors as she darts in. Her head is down, her thumb scrolling quickly across her phone’s screen.
“What floor?” I ask, but when she doesn’t look up, I step back again.
“You part of the Hill City internship?” Bad Music Guy has turned to me and pulled an ear bud out. The tinny sound of his music seems to fill the small space.
I nod and hold out my hand. “Wesley Chambers.”