My Hot BossUpdated at Aug 28, 2025, 07:56
Chapter 1:
Vivian Carter had never been late to anything important in her life.But as she darted through the revolving doors of Hart & Phoenix, dodging a man with two coffees and a woman on her phone, she realized she was exactly two minutes behind schedule for the most important interview of her career.Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she approached the reception desk, cheeks flushed with heat from her sprint through midtown. She pasted on a professional smile, trying not to sound breathless."Vivian Carter. Ten o'clock with Mr. Hart."The receptionist, a chic woman in a navy sheath dress, nodded. "You’re right on time. Take the elevator to the 38th floor. He’s expecting you."Vivian nodded her thanks, smoothing the front of her blouse as she stepped into the elevator. She glanced at her reflection in the polished steel. Hair: neat. Makeup: subtle. Attitude: borderline panicked.She inhaled deeply. You’ve got this. You're smart. Capable. Not here to be intimidated by the man who signs the paychecks.The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime, revealing a pristine hallway with glass walls and city views that stretched for miles. It was sleek, modern, and intimidating—just like the man who ran it.Adrian Hart.Vivian had done her research. Thirty-four. CEO. Known for his aggressive marketing strategies and even more aggressive silence on social media. He was brilliant, mysterious, and — if the internet was to be believed — stupidly attractive.And there he was.Standing at the far end of the office, talking to a junior associate. Tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, dark hair slightly tousled like he’d just run his hand through it. When he turned and spotted her, something shifted in his eyes. He ended the conversation with a polite nod and approached."Ms. Carter," he said, extending a hand. His voice was smooth, confident, almost too calm. "You're here."His hand was warm. His grip, firm. "Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Hart.""Adrian," he said, with a slight smirk. "Come. Let’s talk."They stepped into a minimalist corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows. The view of Manhattan was jaw-dropping, but Vivian forced her eyes away. Focus.He gestured to a seat opposite his sleek glass desk, then sat across from her.“I’ve read your résumé,” he said, flipping through the pages. “Columbia grad. Two internships. Top recommendations. You’re smart. Confident. A little young.”Vivian lifted her chin slightly. “I prefer the term ‘driven.’”He glanced up, and his eyes—steel-gray and unreadable—met hers. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.“I like that,” he said, setting the folder aside. “Tell me, why do you want to work here?”Vivian didn’t hesitate. “Because I want to learn from the best. Because this firm is known for taking risks—and I admire that. And because I want to earn a place somewhere that challenges me every single day.”For a moment, he said nothing. Then he stood, walked to the window, and crossed his arms.“You’d be working closely with me. Long hours. High expectations. Very little room for error.”“I’m not afraid of hard work,” she said.He turned toward her, expression unreadable. “Good.”There was a pause. A beat too long.Then: “You’re hired.”Vivian blinked. “I—wait, really?”His mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “Surprised?”“I thought there would be… more questions.”“I’ve already got my answer.” He walked back to his desk. “You start Monday. 8 a.m. Don’t be late.”As she stood and reached for her bag, their eyes met again.There it was—that flicker. That spark of something unspoken. His gaze lingered for just a second too long.Vivian stepped out of the office, heart pounding.This job was everything she wanted.But as she rode the elevator down, one thought refused to leave her mind:He’s trouble. The dangerously good-looking kind.And she was already in too deep.
Chapter 2:
A Dangerous RoutineVivian Carter showed up at exactly 7:52 a.m. on her first day.She wore her best navy pencil skirt, a crisp white blouse, and the kind of low heels that said “confident professional” without screaming “please hire me.” She'd barely slept, torn between excitement and anxiety, but she’d plastered on her best “I’ve got this” smile by the time she stepped out of the elevator onto the 38th floor.The receptionist waved her over. “Mr. Hart is in already. He said to head straight in.”Vivian blinked. “Already?”“6:30. That’s a late start for him.