Dr. Perfect

A boss, his assistant, a snowstorm and just one bed. What could go wrong?



They call him Dr. Perfect.



I call him Dr. Aloof, Dr. Arrogant, Dr. If-you're-going-to-fire-me-just-get-it-over-with.



If I had other options, I'd quit, but I need this job. Badly. So I jump at the chance to impress him by hand-delivering some important documents.



Yes, he's staying on a remote Scottish Island, but I've got it covered...



Until the ferry back is cancelled, there are no hotels on the island and there's a storm headed our way.



So I'm snowed in with my impossibly handsome boss, who barely knows my name, in a tiny one-bedroom cottage in the middle of nowhere.



But unlike the snow outside, his icy stare is beginning to melt and we don't need a generator to keep it warm inside.