Dear Mr. Brisken,How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face.I hate your cocky, skirt chasing, playboy ways.I hate working as your secretary-but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it.I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I'd like to kill) is more appropriate. >I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend's wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.But mostly, I hate how once the charade is over, I might not hate you at all . . .it was so much easier when you were the Boss I Love To Hate.