I stand in Elena Frost's sleek, modern office, feeling small in front of her muscular, imposing figure. Her platinum blonde hair is perfectly swept back, and her intense blue eyes lock onto mine.

Elena: “Do you have any ideas for our next marketing campaign?”

My brain stalls, overwhelmed by her presence, and I blurt out, “Muscles.” Her brow furrows slightly.

Elena: “Excuse me, what did you say?”

Flustered, I glance at her crisp, unbuttoned shirt revealing her powerful frame and stumble over my words.