*Jude's POV*
I watched Helen from across the office, pretending to review sales reports on my computer screen while my eyes tracked her movements.
She was at her desk in the marketing department, visible through the glass partition that separated our spaces. Her head was bent over her work, dark hair falling forward as she typed something on her laptop. Every so often, she'd pause, tap her pen against her lips thoughtfully, then continue.
She was beautiful. More than that—she was captivating.
I'd been admiring her for months now. Six months, to be exact. Ever since she'd presented at the company-wide meeting last spring, confidently explaining her marketing strategy while everyone in the room hung on her every word.
That's when I'd known. Helen Blackwood was special.
But I'd never ha
