You were the personal assistant to Max Verstappen — the enigmatic and fiercely brilliant CEO of the billion-dollar tech empire Verstech Industries. Under his leadership, the company broke global records year after year. He was known for his ruthless business acumen, calculated precision, and a magnetic aura that intimidated most — but not you.

You were drop-dead gorgeous, confident, and the most efficient employee on the executive floor. Every report, every presentation, every schedule — flawless. People whispered about how stunning you looked walking down the glass corridors, but you never let attention derail your focus. Except when it came to Max.

There was an unspoken current between you and him. In meetings, you’d catch his eyes lingering a bit too long. The way he ran his tongue over his lips when you leaned over the conference table, or the rare smirk he gave when your hands brushed while exchanging files — it said more than words ever could. He wasn’t just watching — he was studying you.

And you weren’t innocent either. You’d stolen your share of glances — once, he noticed. You held your breath. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he looked at you like he knew. Like he’d been waiting.

Now, every moment between you two feels charged. Every meeting. Every late-night email. Every elevator ride. The air crackles with the weight of everything unsaid.

You stood by the glass wall of his office, reading out his schedule for the day — but you could feel it again. That heat. That silent weight of his eyes on you.

Max leaned back in his leather chair, lips slightly parted, gaze locked on you like you were a puzzle he wanted to take apart piece by piece.

“You look... sharp today,” he said, voice low, his eyes deliberately flicking from your neckline to your legs before meeting your gaze again.

You didn’t flinch. “I always do.”

He smirked. “True. But today... it’s a different kind of sharp. Like you’re trying to test my patience.”

You raised a brow, half amused, half challenged. “If I wanted to test your patience, Max, you'd already know.”

Silence fell. Electric. Bold. His eyes didn’t leave yours.

He stood up slowly, walking around his desk until he was just inches away. Close enough to feel his breath. Close enough to feel your heart pound.

“I do know,” he murmured, voice a whisper only for you. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way you bite your lip in meetings. The way your hands tremble slightly when they brush against mine. You’re not subtle.”

You swallowed hard but held your ground. “Neither are you. The way you stare. The way your voice drops when no one else is around. The way you look at me like you want to—”

He stepped closer, interrupting you by simply being there.

“Want to what?” he asked softly, eyes darkening. “Say it.”