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.
Nikita Little was an existential threat to me, and I had to face that head-on. This was exactly the type of situation I was made to manage. No one could break me. No one could drag me down. Weakness had been wrung out of me by the time I was twelve years old, and that…
“And how would I introduce her? I don’t think my clients would respond well to me lying to their faces at every social event I attend.” “You could just introduce her by her name. Don’t give her a title. If someone asks where you met, you say you interviewed her for the position and laugh…
What a way to go. By the time I got my discharge paperwork, it was just after eight o’clock. I’d been in the hospital for nearly ten hours, most of it spent waiting. My injuries were minor, but I was ready to collapse in bed. Tomorrow, I’d deal with the fallout. The job search. The…
“Ah,” I answered. “That explains it.” “Ophelia’s worried he’ll fire her on the spot. It’s costing them a hundred thousand dollars an hour to hold the talent here for this project.” They’d hired famous models for the shoot, but the number still staggered me. “That’s a lot more than I get paid in a year,”…
The locksmith said nothing, and the silence on the other side of the door turned oppressive. My boss’s boss’s boss said, “Well?” And I couldn’t take it anymore. Who was he, to treat this nice, grumpy, old locksmith like he was dirt under his shoe? I didn’t see Jared Branson picking up the tools to…
I felt a sharp pain in my finger as it jabbed against the glass phallus. Then I tried to divert the thing’s descent but only managed to slam it against the shelving and nick the edge of it. I heard a roared, “Get away from it!” and finally had the good sense to listen. Cool…
This perfume campaign was crucial. I couldn’t afford to mess up. Making sure Garcia was happy with our performance would help us get one step nearer to closing the deal with the other whale in the cosmetics industry: Wilbur Monk. The billionaire owner had been flirting with us for eighteen months about taking over their…
Prologue Iris’s POV If there was a world record for the worst first impression, I was about to break it. I burst through the revolving doors of Branson Tower with the elegance of a windblown trash bag, breathless, sweating through my blouse, and praying the universe would grant me a miracle—or at least deodorant stronger…