Iris arrives late to a job interview, mocked by glamorous women—until the cold, powerful CEO, Jared, takes sudden interest in her. He hires her instantly and drags her into a world of danger, desire, and cruel mind-games. Jared dresses her up, tests her pride, and pulls her closer with every dark secret he hides. Iris can’t tell if he wants her… or wants to break her.
But- deep breaths -it was just a job. It was the best job I could hope for right now, and I might as well make the most of it. I counted to ten and steadied my nerves. It was one dinner. How bad could this Joanne lady be? The elevator doors opened, and Clara led…
Rubbing the spot to ease the ache, I pulled out my phone and flicked through the dozens of emails that had landed in my inbox since I’d last had a look. Iris shifted when the helicopter slowed above the familiar sprawling grounds of an estate, her curious eyes roaming over the contours of the tree-lined…
But most frustrating of all was that I couldn’t think of a single person I’d met who would be better suited for the job. She had personality, a vibrancy, that was rare. People warmed to her-I’d seen it in the way her coworkers had worried when she was injured. There had even been a few…
“Phil,” I whispered. “Does your Page Seven say the same thing mine does?” He pushed his sheet over so I could read. And right there in black and white, just like mine, was a number that broke my brain. Twenty-five thousand dollars. Per month. For fashion and beauty. Plus the huge salary. Plus the benefits.…
The entirety of my employment at the Branson Advertising Agency had been spent in the studios located on the bottom two floors of the skyscraper, with the exception of a visit to HR on the fifth floor to do some paperwork on my first day. As I entered the glossy, luxurious lobby on a brisk…
Phil chose a seat with his back to the windows, midway down the long table. “I’d love a coffee, if you don’t mind,” he said. “Dash of cream if you have it.” Clara inclined her head, then clip-clopped down the hard floors until the sound of her shoes faded. I sat beside Phil who rocked…
It was basically signing up to be a paid placeholder. It was humiliating. The back of my throat burned, but I kept my back straight. “If you’ll turn to pages six and seven,” Arthur continued, in his element now, “you can review the compensation for the position. I trust you’ll agree it’s more than generous.”…
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, spinning the board around so I could get at the good stuff. “And he gave you no sign about what he wanted to talk about at this meeting?” Marcus asked, still frowning. I tore my gaze away from the cheese and shrugged. “He said he wanted to discuss…
“What?” I asked his back because he’d already turned to head to the car. His driver jumped to open the back door for him, and he didn’t even deign to give me a glance before disappearing into the dark interior. The hospital’s sliding glass door whirred behind me, and two women walked out, gossiping. They…
My eyes were beginning to feel sore, and tiredness was seeping into my bones. All I wanted to do was get away from this guy, curl up in my bed, and feel sorry for myself in peace. I breathed a sigh of relief as we turned onto my street in Brooklyn. When we came to…