Daria
I was Daria Page, billionaire CEO, and I’d just kissed my assistant, my employee. The line I had crossed was a glaring mistake, but my skin was still alive where his hands had lingered, my pulse racing like I’d run a marathon.
“Stop,” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Get out.”
Nate didn’t move. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, I saw something sharp in his eyes like anger, maybe, or defiance. “No.”
I blinked, stunned. “What did you just say?”
His conversation was low but firm with an edge. “I’m not a toy, Daria. You don’t get to kiss me like that, then toss me out like it meant nothing.”
“You’re my employee,” I snapped, trying to regain control. “I decide what happens here.”
He stepped forward and closed the gap I’d tried to put between us. “You kissed me first, meani
