These are all things I've been called in life. My gorgeous secretary calls me the bad boy in a great suit, and I'm not afraid to admit that I've built quite a reputation over the years. Women call me "so so bad" while men call me the biggest, baddest shark on Wall Street. They say I've been everywhere, done everythingand so far, it's all been true.
When I want something, I get it.
That is, until my past comes back to haunt me and suddenly, everything I've built myself upon is at risk. Will these skeltons in my closet be the death of me? Will I finally be able to have the woman who sets my blood on fire, my secretary?