The private elevator chimed, and every head in the outer office turned.

Selene Vaughn didn’t walk she made an entrance.

Tall, sun-kissed, and unapologetically dramatic in a scarlet wrap dress, she looked as if she’d just stepped off a magazine cover. Oversized sunglasses hid half her face, but the slow, amused smile was unmistakable.

“Morning, darlings,” she said to no one in particular, her heels clicking across the polished floor. “Don’t mind me just here to see the boss.”

Assistants exchanged nervous glances. No one stopped her. No one ever did.

Damian’s door swung open before she could knock.

“Selene,” he said evenly. “You’re early.”

“You’re late for me,” she...