She was a gorgeous woman working at the Seymour Group, a big media company.
She cared more about her makeup than her meetings with bosses. Even though she followed orders, she dreamed big about moving up in her career, aiming to be more than just a local TV anchor.
Her main goal was to have her own show and prove herself. One day, she got stuck in an elevator with the boss of the Seymour Group. She saw this as a chance to impress him. To her surprise, the boss, who seemed arrogant at first, knew her already.
His playful talk made her wonder if he was just killing time or trying to get closer to her. Little did she know, this meeting would change her life. They not only worked together but also formed a deeper connection that went beyond work.
“You’re putting words in my mouth, Ms. Shaw. Aren’t journalists taught to refrain from leading?” I know I should watch my words with Hadrian, but the inference that I’m doing my job wrong makes me defensive. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was a job interview.” “Everything’s a job interview, Brystin. Everything.” I had known…
I’ve asked now, though. So I stand for the answer. He sighs. “Honestly, Brystin?” He climbs the few stairs so there isn’t any distance bet**en us before he continues. “There are a multitude of reasons that I’m attracted to you. You know that. We wouldn’t have this partnership otherwise. But the first thing that I…
“Modern marriage all around.” I smile at him, but it feels forced. Hadrian seems to study us, as he’s seemed to study our every reaction throughout the meal. Probably, I’m being paranoid. After a beat, he says, “And now here you are. Poised to be a power couple.” “‘A power couple.’” Elvis raises his liquor…
It’s the quickest switch from elation to disappointment I’ve ever felt. One second I’m flying, and the next, I’m smashed against the rocks. Elvis feels worse than I do. I see it in his posture. This was his responsibility, and he f**ked it up. That’s what he’s telling himself. Once the shock wears off, I…
“Did you tell him I absolutely would not do it?” He looks taken aback. “I told him I would ask.” “You didn’t tell him, ‘f**k no, that’s my wife, and no job is worth selling her out’?” My voice cracks. Maybe I’m too mad not to cry. “Brystin, come on.” He takes a step toward…
“Leave?” “Leave this room. I don’t care where you go. I just can’t have you here right now.” For a minute, I think he’s going to stand his ground. Tell me I’m being unreasonable. This isn’t his fault. But he must recognize how upset I am in the end. “I’ll go join Joe in the…
“I’d love that.” He winks. “But first, how about some wine?” My face is instantly hot, and I put my hands up in the air, as if I can stop what’s happening. As if Hadrian can be stopped at all. “No. No. Definitely no. I came here to talk. I came here to tell you…
“With women.” “Never given a woman a contract who hasn’t earned the promotion, if that’s what you’re suggesting.” Like I said, he’s good. Blatantly putting me in my place. Flexing his power. As if he can read my thoughts, he defends himself. “I’m not threatening to blacklist you from the industry. I’m not saying I…
One tug, and my dress falls open. Oh, we’re doing this. I didn’t bother with a bra, so the fabric parts to reveal steepled n**ples and a black lace thong that leaves little to the imagination. Heat pours through my veins like liquid fire as he pushes the dress off my shoulders. It catches on…
Wishing the room had a balcony, I peer behind the curtain to check how hard the window is to open and start to grin when I see Jessa Jones standing in the driveway by a luxury sports car. I abandon both the grin and the task of opening the window when I see Hadrian is…