Clara's pulse spiked as she eyed James warily. "What... what are you up to?"
James loomed over her, his gaze intense. "Do you truly wish to become Anthony's secretary?"
She blinked, then nodded.
"Why?"
Without hesitation, Clara fired back: "Anthony's kind, brilliant, capable, devastatingly handsome, and the compensation is excellent. Why wouldn't I?"
James' expression darkened. A cold smirk twisted his lips. "If those are your criteria, serving as my secretary fulfills every requirement."
In your dreams! Clara thought. Unlike Anthony, you're a temperamental loose cannon—especially after witnessing your little office tryst with Lori. The memory made her gut twist. She wouldn't remain his secretary a moment longer.
With a saccharine smile that never reached her eyes, she purred, "I'm
