On paper, this should have been the perfect arrangement.
Elise Bravo needed a job, desperately. And soldier-turned-thriller-writer Jed Walsh burned through (almost literally it turned out) assistants like hellfire through brimstone. Turned out he had someunusual work habits to go along with his giant talent and ego. He threw knives to relax. He cleaned his guns as he acted out scenes. And more than anything, he hated cats
Enter Elise, crack typist, master plotter, and perfect for the live-in job in every way but onetwo if you count Mr. Wiggles, her furry companion. For though Jed had sworn he would never get "involved" with a woman who worked for him, it took only a day or two with the perfectly professional, pencil skirt-wearing Bravo beauty to realize that he needed to keep Elisein his bed, in his house, and in his life. And the first step was building Mr. Wiggles a catiobecause maybe there was more than one way for Jed to make Elise his?