The hum of keyboards and the faint shuffle of papers filled the outer office. Isabella sat at her desk, shoulders straight, head slightly bowed as she typed diligently. 

From his office next door, Colton Denovan glanced toward the connecting glass panel more than once. He told himself it was only natural, she was his new assistant, after all, and he needed to know if she was keeping up with the workload. 

Yet each time his eyes drifted toward her, he found himself watching longer than necessary. The way she bit her lip in concentration, the way her brows knitted when she studied the documents it was far too distracting.

Finally,...