Victoria’s POV
I should’ve known from the moment I stepped into Blackwell Industries that James Blackwell was going to be a problem.
Not the kind that makes you dread Mondays or drown in spreadsheets. No. James was the kind of problem that made you wet between your thighs during a board meeting and question your sanity after every locked-door conversation.
He was ruthless, brilliant, and sinfully gorgeous. Sharp suits. Sharp jaw. Eyes like obsidian fire that stripped you down with a glance. And I, Victoria Hart, was his brand-new executive assistant—straight out of grad school, hungry to prove myself, and already fantasizing about what those hands could do when they weren’t flipping through reports.
The first week was hell. Not because he was mean. But because he watched me.
I’d feel
