Ceandra_Jackson

Have you ever been involved with your boss? 
Are you clumsy?
Have you ever poured Hot Coffee in you're boss?
If you answered "Yes" to atleast (2) two of these questions then you might be able to relate to our Female Lead, Marianna Catalina Rodriguez.
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Marianna had embarked on a new journey in life working for the young Mr. Martinez who is notoriously known for his hot temper. Although Mr. Martinez's temper is hot do you know what is more hot? 
Thats right the hot coffee spilled all over him on the first day on Ms. Rodriguez's employment.
But what is this? She isn't fired but promoted?
What could possibly be the reason? 
 A change of heart or just the main motive of getting in her pants?
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There is only one way to find out and its by following along with the story of Marianna and Mr. Martinez.

All work of fiction. Any real life events and people resemblance are all of pure coincidence. 
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•||☆2nd book of this series☆||•

Hot Coffee

"Mmmm" I groaned as I felt myself being awoken and I yawned as I rubbed my eyes feeling groggy and still tired.


"You're finally awake." I heard Emilio say, "Did you sleep well?"


"A little passed 7." He said checking his wrist watch and I stretched as I sat up on the couch that was in his office as I waited for my mind to become less foggy.


"Why didn't you wake me sooner? Didn't you want to go home?"


"You were tired and was sleeping peacefully. I didn't want to ruin that." He said as he continued typing and I nodded, but then my stomach began to grumble and he chuckled, "hungry are we!"


"Starving. Are you almost done?" I asked as I adjusted my clothes and fixed my hair.


"Okay give me one more minute and then we can go okay?"


"Okay" I said as I finally got off the couch to grab our stuff as I stood patiently waiting for him to get finished with work, and that one minute felt like an eternity as I felt my stomach began to grumble.


Mom’s cooking