She's all I've dreamed of for years, but she's my employee...and around her, I turn into a stuttering teenage boy. We've been dancing around each other for years. It's not a dance I'm proud of. The day we met, I fell out of my chair. Now, we're stuck in this repeating pattern: she corners me, I freeze then I bolt. I'm 33 years old and I should be able to handle a woman better than this. But she's not just any woman. She's tough, smart, and her curves make my legs numb. Oh yeah, she's also my employee. But when I finally work up the nerve to talk to her, I stick my foot in my mouth. Then that night, when her world is touched by violence, I firmly lodge my foot all the way into my throat. Now I'll do anything to fix what I've broken. I'm working to contain the aftermath of that night, and I have a plan to woo her (yes, I said woo). And my plan was working. Slowly, steadily, she was coming to me. Then my brothers decided to 'help' us along and now we're stranded at a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere, in a snowstorm. And there's only one bed . When we get out of here, I'm going to murder my brothers. Then I'm going to make damn sure the threats against her are handled. Because even though I'm a computer geek, I am more than capable of being the man she needs. I just hope I don't run out of time before I can show her.