Megan Wade

The first time I spoke to Peter Greer, it was at my best friend's engagement party. He was introduced to me as her brother then, but I knew of him even before that. For the many years I'd worked in the admin department at Pierce Goodman, Peter Greer was one of the untouchables. A person so high up the chain of command that a lowly admin assistant like me had no reason to speak to him directly. Of course, that changed when I became friends with his sister. We were acquainted. You know the drill -- a polite conversation here and there at a gathering, maybe an acknowledgment if we run into each other at work. But beyond that, I expected nothing. That was, until the next time I met Peter Greer. Blindfolded. Oh, and minus both our clothes . . . Complicated? You have no idea.

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