Fue un miércoles

He may not be the devil, but working for him for six weeks is my idea of hell. Hayes Flynn is an arrogant, filthy-rich bastard known for his love of parties and the way he spreads his British "charm" all over Hollywood, never repeating himself with the same woman. He's the last person I want to work for, even though he's damn handsome, and the more time we spend together, the harder it is for me to hate him. Because underneath his smug facade is a heart that he doesn't want to show, and that someone tore into pieces ten years ago. Part of me wants to fix it before I leave, but... can I do it without breaking mine on the way?