The cold icy blue stare that hits you from across the room comes with the faintest of smirks. You wouldn’t have seen it if it hadn’t have been for the last second glance before you looked away. The pristine and fine cut black Armani suit made him look as rich as he was, and you could almost feel those hands on your bare hips again.

Only now you were his new assistant, his personal assistant, after he fired the last one. Simon Riley may have looked like a British hunk, but he was dangerous.