I'm as hard as they come. No one can unravel me. And then SHE came along...
Lucy was supposed to be like every other assistant out there—quiet, skilled at predicting my needs, and definitely not a walking distraction. How can she make it so hard to focus on my work? I hate it.
And I hate how much I want her.
Worse, no matter how I try to scare her off with my crisp attitude, she stands up to me. Her backbone is turning me on as much as catching her bending over the desk, skirt stretched over her thighs.
Dammit.
She shouldn't get close to me. No one should.
So why am I taking her to dinner?
And why am I tying her down to my bed, making her shiver and moan?
Lucy might ruin what's left of my heart...
Unless I ruin her first.