Sharon had always known how to get what she wanted from men. Flipping hair back, a tilt of the head, a slow smile, a brush of her fingers across an arm. Those small gestures usually did the trick.
At the office, it worked like magic on her target, sometimes lingering eye contact in meetings, “accidental” touches when passing reports, dresses that showed off her curves just enough to make colleagues lose focus.
Because of her moves, promotions came faster, dealing got extended, and whatever favours she requested were granted without question.
Everyone fell for it. Except one. And was her boss, Ethan Caldwell, the VP of operations.
He was in his late thirties and always sharply dressed. He ran the department with an iron hand, zero tolerance for excuses, and he had high expectations for
