Belinda Sparks has been fired from seven jobs for one reason alone: she cannot stop blushing around powerful men. Her face betrays every inappropriate thought. Her pulse gives away every secret fantasy. And now, down to her last chance, she has been sent to work for Lucas Alejandro. He is the CEO everyone fears. Cold. Ruthless. Impossible to please. They call him the blade in the three piece suit. His last three assistants quit within a week. On her first day, he doesn't even look at her. He just dictates. Contract terms. Legal jargon. The usual corporate monotony. Until he says, "Stop breathing so loud, Miss Sparks. It is distracting." Belinda freezes. She wasn't breathing loud. But he noticed her. And worse, she noticed him noticing. What starts as a power struggle becomes something neither of them can control. He dictates increasingly personal observations about her—the way she crosses her legs, the way she bites her pen, the way her pulse jumps when he says her name. She retaliates by leaving anonymous notes on his desk. Each one filthier than the last. You want to know why I breathe loud? I dream about your hands. Every night. He finds out she is the author. He doesn't fire her. He promotes her. To private dictation assistant. Her only job is to sit in his office after hours while he dictates his darkest fantasies. Out loud. To her. And she has to write down every single word. But Belinda has rules of her own. And she is about to teach the billionaire CEO that the woman holding the pen is the one who truly writes the story.