A sexy romantic comedy about the boss you love to hate. And shag. Actually, is there such a thing as a hate-shag? My boss: Uptight. Straight-laced. American. Knobhead. If he calls me Ms. St Julien one more time, I might stab him in the eye with a pen. Also my boss: Sexy AF. Dirty-talker. Funny?? That tour of London I was supposed to be taking him on kind of ended up in his bedroom. Oops. Which brings us to me: In way over my head. Need prosecco. And condoms.