A sexy romantic comedy about the boss you love to hate. And shag…Actually, is there such a thing as a hate-shag?

My boss:
Uptight.
Straight-laced.
American.
Knobhead.

If he calls me Ms. St Julien one more time, I might stab him in the eye with a pen.

Also my boss:
Sexy AF.
Dirty-talker.
Funny??

That tour of London I was supposed to be taking him on kind of ended up in his bedroom. Oops.

Which brings us to me:
In way over my head.
Need prosecco.
And condoms.