One night in Paris. That was all it took to make my trip complete. She was beautiful, smart, and addicting. I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t. Why make things harder than they had to be? I flew back to New York and went about my business, trying to forget the one night we shared. Imagine my shock when I saw her standing in the doorway of my conference room as my temporary personal assistant. I had trust issues as it was when it came to women and for good reason. She lied to me and I couldn’t trust her. She was complicated. Her life was complicated and now my life was feeling the same way.