(Chelsea's POV)

“Oh, yeah,” Victor said with a teasing grin. “They talk about his voice, his hands, that sharp jawline. Some even say they wouldn’t mind being called into his office for a private meeting.”

I felt my face heat up. “That’s— that’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Victor asked, folding his arms. “I mean, come on, the man doesn’t even look like he’s in his forties. He’s got that whole ageless power thing going on. Maybe it’s the way he carries himself. The way he seems ruthless, cold, commanding and always in control. People love that sort of thing.”

I looked away, pretending to focus on the last bits of shattered...