Lena arrived at Blackwood Enterprises at exactly 6:55 a.m., determined not to give Dominic Blackwood another reason to criticize her. She smoothed her pencil skirt and took a deep breath before stepping into his office.
To her surprise, he was already there, seated behind his desk, looking effortlessly powerful in a dark navy suit. His sharp gray eyes flicked up from his tablet, scanning her like a predator assessing his prey.
"You're early," he noted.
"You said not to be late," she replied, keeping her voice steady.
His lips twitched, almost as if he were pleased. "Good. Let’s see if you can keep up."
Lena was quickly thrown into the deep end. Dominic gave her a rundown of her responsibilities—managing his schedule, handling his calls, and making sure his life ran smoothly. He was demanding, precise, and impatient, but she refused to let him intimidate her.
By midday, she was drowning in work. He had meetings back-to-back, and she had to ensure everything was perfectly organized. At one point, she rushed into his office with a report, nearly colliding with him as he stood up.
His hands gripped her waist instinctively, steadying her.
For a second, time froze.
She felt the heat of his touch through her blouse, her breath catching as she looked up at him. His eyes darkened slightly, flickering to her lips before he quickly released her.
"Careful, Ms. Carter," he said, his voice lower than usual.
"Sorry, Mr. Blackwood," she whispered, stepping back, her heart racing.
The tension was undeniable. She wasn’t imagining it.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, but the memory of his touch lingered. When she finally packed up to leave, she glanced into his office one last time.
Dominic was leaning against his desk, watching her.
"See you tomorrow, Ms. Carter," he murmured, his voice laced with something unreadable.
Lena swallowed, nodding before hurrying out.
What was happening between them? And why did she feel like she was playing with fire?