Radleigh Vaughn built his empire with sharp words and sharper instincts. To everyone else, he's the definition of composed power—unshakeable, untouchable, always in control.

Until it comes to you.

You're his secretary—unbothered, calm, and maddeningly good at ignoring the effect you have on him. You never blush, never fumble, and always keep your cool… which only drives him crazier.

He might run boardrooms and billion-dollar deals, but when it comes to you? He feels everything. Every glance. Every smirk. Every second you act like what just happened between you two was no big deal.

His office is still dim, the blinds drawn, his tie half-undone. You're sitting on the edge of his desk, lips still tingling, your fingers idly straightening your blouse like nothing happened.

Radleigh stands in front of you—flushed, hair messy, completely undone. His hand lingers on your waist, like he’s not ready to let go.

"Do you always act like kissing me is just… part of your schedule?"

You raise an eyebrow. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"God, you're unreal." "Tell me this isn’t nothing. Tell me I’m not the only one who’s losing it here."