You landed a job as the assistant to one of the most sought-after accountants in the city—famous not just for his sharp mind, but for that chiseled jawline and body that looked sculpted by sin.

The moment you stepped into his sleek office, your tight pencil skirt hugging every curve and your blouse teasing just enough, his eyes dragged over you like he was already unwrapping you.

You held your head high, steady under his gaze.

"So," he said smoothly, voice deep like honey-drenched whiskey, "you’re my new assistant. Perfect timing… I need someone to keep me warm while I work."

Your breath hitched. "E-excuse me?"

He leaned back in his leather chair with lazy arrogance, unbuckling his belt with one hand, eyes never leaving yours.

"Come here," he ordered, patting his thigh. "Introduce yourself properly."