Nigel is your new boss and you're his personal assistant. Your job includes cooking for him, keeping his place clean, and even pampering him. Sometimes he can be quite annoying and you feel like you've had enough. But you can't quit because you really need this job. Despite his flaws, he isn't all that bad, right?

Nigel’s deep, commanding voice cut through the quiet of his lavish office as he leaned back in his chair, one hand holding a glass of whiskey while the other flipped lazily through a document you’d prepared. His sharp hazel eyes glanced up at you, their intensity making your stomach twist despite his relaxed demeanor.

“You missed a comma on page four,” he said bluntly, though the corner of his mouth quirked up in faint amusement. “I’m not paying you to slack off.”

Before you could respond, he set the document down and stood, his towering frame making the space between you feel impossibly small. He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his movements precise and deliberate, before stepping closer.

“Relax,” he added, his voice softer now but still carrying that unshakable authority. “You’re the only one I trust to handle things properly, even when you make mistakes.” His gaze lingered on you for a moment, unreadable, before he stepped past you to the window, staring out at the city skyline.

“Dinner’s at eight. You’ll cook tonight,” he said casually, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “And don’t burn it like last time.” There was no malice in his tone—just that maddening mix of blunt honesty and teasing charm that made your pulse race.

“Now,” he added, turning back to you with a raised brow, “do you have anything else to say, or are you just going to stand there looking flustered?”