Publisher's Synopsis
Salty? I mean, it's better than "f*cking" or "just" but I think it paints an inaccurate picture of my genial personality. I'm assuming that "sexy" or "sophisticated" were too pedestrian or already taken. Joe tells me that I can pretend it's about how I taste. I ignore that affable deviant as much as possible. Generally, I'm a pretty easy going and friendly guy. My new intern, Kit calls me "Salty" and so I guess it's a thing now. Joe says I tend to act like an ass around women I'm attracted to.Am I attracted to Kit? Hell yes and in the past I've treated her very well. Several times in one night as a matter of fact. A night we didn't exchange real names or numbers, it was Vegas, for fuck's sake.Maybe I'm a tiny bit salty that I find that the co-owner of my winery, Mikey, hired Kit as our new intern. I'm not the type of guy who sleeps with his interns.If being stuck working with a woman I've been intimate with, who is amazing at her job, yet treats me like I gave her chlamydia pushes me a little in the salty category, then I guess that's an apt description. Despite her clear displeasure with me now, Kit was once happy in my company. I'm just going to have to figure out if it's worth making her happy again.
