I thought I knew everything about my rich, neat-freak doctor of a boss. Until I walked into a fight club and our eyes clashed across the ring…
Holden Salinger is a pediatric oncologist and for the last two years I’ve been cleaning his swanky New York apartment.
I know every intimate detail about him, from his overly large shoe size to his toothpaste tube rolling obsession.
But he doesn’t even know I exist. The man couldn’t pick me out in a police lineup.
Until I get a second job working at a local bar, only to discover there’s a secret back room. One with a boxing ring right in the center. And when I see him vault into it, muscles rippling, I realize he’s not the man I thought he was.