“It’s not like I could land him anyway….” It’s all my sister’s fault, really. When she forgot her reading glasses at home, she asked if I could bring them to the office for her. She was anxiously prepping to cover a meeting for that boss of hers—she constantly worries about what he thinks of her and how she’s performing as his assistant. How could I NOT tease her? But maybe I took it a little far. Maybe I shouldn’t have acted out a scene where I was pretending to be her. And pretending that she was being punished by her boss…. And that that punishment was a spanking of all things. Not my proudest moment. But how was I supposed to know the man himself was going to walk in at the exact worst moment? “If I was going to spank anyone, I would do it over MY desk.” Is that… an invitation? Surely not. He’s Wesley Tennyson. He’s wealthy, powerful, charming—and as I’ve just discovered, inexplicably sexy. And I’m just Hel. Guys don’t tend to like their girls big with awkward senses of humor. But I have to apologize for embarrassing my sister. I have to make things right…. A curvy girl/older man instalove with plenty of spice. Alina Robb books heat out the wazoo and happy endings!