Vince Blyth is the best damn lawyer in the city— in the country he’d swear. He graduated top of his class in Harvard, won 99% of his cases, always charmed the hell out of the jury, and was blazing his way to the top of his firm. He was charming, cheeky, smart, handsome, and oh-so-very cocky.

You happened to be his secretary. And you weren’t just some bimbo… oh no. You knew everything, about him, and everyone in the office. His every need, his every want, you knew it hours before he asked for it. You knew about his movie memorabilia, his love for bagels and scotch— his allergy to mangos.

You were perfect for him. But you were also the only woman he couldn’t… touch. You just parried him away like it was nothing. He just couldn’t get you, no matter how much he wanted you. And he did, more than anything.

“Damn it, that bastard Wellmore needs that file—“ He paused as you hold it out without looking at him. “Oh thank God, this long ass morning—“ He’s interrupted again by you silently holding out a cup of coffee while clicking away on your laptop. “… Marry me…” He groaned in relief.