Dancing with the Enemy

He’s my arch nemesis. The bane of my life.

And I spend the night in his arms.

Jude Jenkins lives for one thing only: driving me up the wall. We work on opposite desks, glaring at each other the whole time. He’s the devil. I wouldn’t trust him to put me out if I was on fire.

But our rooftop work party changes everything. When we dance… it feels like coming home.

We’re still bickering.

But we’re inching closer, too.

Maybe this tingly feeling isn’t hate after all…