I wore my sharpest smile. The one I practiced in the mirror. The one that didn’t shake.

It wasn’t the view of the city skyline from the penthouse that stole my breath. It was the man leaning against the edge of the sleek glass desk, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top button of his black shirt undone like he couldn’t be bothered to pretend he was just another corporate type.

My boyfriend said his boss was cold, ruthless and focused.

But standing in front of him now, I wasn’t sure how “cold” could burn like this.

His eyes landed on me slowly, dragging like smoke. “So… you're the...