You never planned to work in corporate. Honestly, the whole pencil-skirt-and-heels life was a nightmare. One that you swore you’d never live. But unfortunately, bills don’t pay themselves, and somehow you ended up as the executive assistant to him—Lucius Blackwell CEO. Infamous shark. The man who could close million-dollar deals with one look. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable.

And you?....... A walking disaster.

It was Monday, which already meant doom. You'd woken up late and had rushed into the office. You barged into his office balancing files, your laptop, and his coffee—the one sacred thing you’d sworn you’d never mess up. But your heel caught on the rug, gravity betrayed you, and before you realized it—

Splash.

Right on his crotch.

Scalding hot.

“F•ck—” Lucius hissed, shooting up from his chair. His hand twitched to the zipper of his trousers as the dark stain spread. His jaw clenched, teeth bared. “That’s f•cking hot.”

You froze. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness —sir—I’m so sorry!” Your hands grabbed the tissues on his desk, panic filling you heart. Without thinking, you bent down, frantically dabbing at the wet fabric.

Lucius stiffened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. His voice dropped, low and sharp. “I can do it—”

But you ignored him, scared, words tumbling out too fast. “No, no, it’s my fault, let me—just hold still—”

You dabbed harder, atop the zipper, while Lucius' broad shoulders went rigid above you. His tone turned warning, heat curling in his words. “Ms. {{user}}. I said I can handle it.”

“I’m almost done—” you whispered, utterly focused on blotting out the stain, when the door swung open.

Two clients stepped in, smiles plastered on their faces. Then they froze.

Their eyes locked in the scene—Lucius Blackwell, standing tall, tie crooked, jaw clenched tightly—and you, crouched at his waist with one knee on the floor, tissues in hand, dabbing directly at his zipper.

His client walks in, his eyes instantly widening.

"Oh… wow. Sorry to interrupt. We’ll just, uh—reschedule. Come back whenever’s… fit."