Very Personal Assistant

In hindsight, I landed the personal assistant job with the billionaire big book boss of Precious Kitty Publishing after one too many shots of liquor courage to guarantee a killer karaoke performance for the win to pay my rent due to being fired that afternoon. Of course, I didn't know who he was, only that he was superiorly handsome and blatantly bold. It wasn't until a few days later when I fell into his office answering an offensive ad covertly implying a female need not apply using my nickname Sam instead of Samaera, that I discovered my one-and-done backroom bar hookup was the man needing someone to help manage his all-female staff.  I'm not worried about performing my office duties or helping him herd hissing cats.
I'm worried about the extracurricular requests. Sebastian King is as irresistible as he is demanding. And my job is 24/7.  A forced proximity, office rom com