*Damien's POV*
This was harder than I'd expected. Sitting next to her in my hotel room, pretending to focus on the presentation while she fidgeted beside me, her pen twisting between her fingers. Her eyes kept drifting toward me, studying me intently, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Why does she do that? Doesn't she realize how insanely sexy she is?
Isabella isn't the type to flirt with her boss—that's what drew me to her in the first place. Her professionalism, her sharp mind, her impeccable grades. Despite her limited experience, her resume was flawless, and she was the only candidate who hadn't flirted with me that day. And she didn't disappoint. She's the best assistant I've ever had—a rare gem. But her presence—her energy—was also a nightmare for my work ethic.
I'm trying m
