If someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might've held back - wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in. So I did. Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not...