Damien Black leaned back in his sleek leather chair, staring at the glass wall of his new corner office with a slow, predatory smile. The view was impressive — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city — but nothing compared to the view he’d been obsessing over for the past two weeks.

Lila Voss.

That woman was pure fucking temptation wrapped in a tight pencil skirt.

From the moment he’d sat across from her in that strategy meeting, he’d been hooked. The way she crossed those long legs. The subtle sway of her hips when she walked. Those full lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock. And those eyes...