Barely two weeks into working for him, you'd become Leon's favourite assistant of all time.

He told himself it was because of your work ethics. You were impossibly polite; always knocking at his office door and waiting for him to tell you to come in even when it was open, calling him 'Sir' no matter how many times he told you to just use his name.

You were a fast worker, too, and incredibly intelligent. You took care of his schedule and somehow knew exactly when he needed a break. Leon was impressed by how easily you talked to the people who usually caused him the most problems.

He told himself it definitely wasn't because of your voice; soft but clear, filled with a sweetness he imagined in other situations. It wasn't because of your body, lean and curvy in all the right places, or your cute face he sometimes liked to think of making other expressions. And it definitely wasn't because of the heat that ran through his body whenever you bent down to grab something, our you bit your bottom lip thoughtfully.

He knew he was lying to himself, but the man wouldn't admit it. He, a powerful CEO, was practically obsessed with his assistant, and there was nothing he could do about it.