This is one of those obnoxious category romances where the FMC is constantly saying "yes" while thinking "no," meaning she ends up going on multiple dates with a guy she dislikes while giving both him and her employer (who she's decided she's in love with) the impression that she's super into this dude. Laura, you started out by saying you needed to wash your hair; just stick with the hair-washing and say good-night, don't fold like a cheap card table and agree to a night on the town or an evening nightcap in the cozy living room of your borrowed apartment. She's supposedly spunky but that mostly means obnoxiously argumentative; meanwhile, the MMC is a controlling jerk, and there's a side plot involving the MMC's sister, who thinks she can't walk but it's really her own fault because she's not being positive enough about it (?) and there is a surgery which can repair her ability to walk (?) which I'm sure will be successful, oh and by the way her surgeon has the hots for her, I think? This is annoying and offensive - although my expectations are generally low for disability rep in a Harlequin category romance from the 70s - but, like, there's no reason to keep reading when I'm this irritated, is there?
The cover is amusingly seventies. There's that going for it.