Trouble in high heels

er skin still tingled where his touch had grazed her jaw, and she had to admit to herself, albeit reluctantly, t

e strings in every interaction. Yet with Damien Rourke, she felt like sh

he game. She wasn't about to let a billionaire with

Rourke Enterprises, Calla squared her shoulders. Today, she was

sk, looking every bit the ruthless CEO he was. His usual sharp suit, the crisp lines of his white shirt, the expensive watch on his wrist

his voice smooth, devoid of the tension

her voice steady but with an edge. "I tru

of his. "I'm sure it was," he said, his tone laced with something darker, something th

heat of his body radiating toward her. "I'm sure I won't be a distraction," she said,

These are the reports you'll need to review. After that, I want you to go through our client database. I'm looking

urving into a playful smirk. "You'v

e head-on, unflinc

gainst his as she did. The touch sent an electric jolt through her

rowing a glance over her shoulder. "I'll be

e a slap in the face. "I don't need you to

t she refused to back down. She wasn't intimidated. No matt

on the smallest details that others might overlook. She was damn good at her job, and if Damien thought she wa

she looked up, there he was. Damien stood in the doorway of her office, watch

one dark and full of somethi

d toward him, her heels clicking on the floor

tudying her every move. "You've done more than that. But n

n eyebrow. "An

loyalty. You're going to attend a private event with me tonight. There will be important clients there. Some

? With Damien? Surrounded by wealthy

d-and maybe a li

er voice cool, though the cha

you fail, you're out. No more j

t one to back down. "Then I gu

g flicker in them-something raw and hungry. "You're just w