It’s my grumpy boss’s worst nightmare—and my dream come true. Now, hand me that mistletoe… My gorgeous boss hates the holidays. He pays me a big, fat bonus check every year just to work straight through it all, pretending like Christmas isn’t happening right outside our office door. I don’t know his deal. Don’t get why mince pies make him froth with rage. All I know is: the holidays are for other people. One hint of merriment, and I can kiss goodbye to that December chunk of change. Except this year, we need to travel for work—and we get snowed in at the coziest inn you’ve ever seen, every single inch of it decked out in tinsel. My boss is livid. My holiday spirit can’t be contained. Oh, and there’s only one bed.