Christine stepped into her office, the door clicking shut behind her. She sank into her chair, the leather cool against her skin, but it did little to soothe the heat rising in her chest.

Reyes words stung, but beneath the anger, she felt something else—an undeniable attraction that twisted her stomach into knots. How could she feel drawn to someone who looks down on her at every chance he gets.

As she recalled the moment, tears began to well in her eyes, blurring the screen of her laptop. She quickly blinked them away, furious with herself for letting him get to her. “I’m not weak,” she whispered, her voice barely...