CHERYL POV
Damien was dressed in a charcoal Italian suit with a snowy–white shirt open at the collar. The absence of a tie drew my gaze to the strong, masculine column of his throat. I swallowed. Hard.
God, this is all shades of wrong. I shouldn't be noticing my boss in that kind of way... Remember that he's an asshole. Never forget that. I chanted in my head.
He finally looked up at me, his piercing chocolate–brown eyes boring into mine. "Yes, I did. I have a new project that requires your attention."
I mentally groaned. Of course, there always was a catch. "Sure, what do you need me to do?"
He handed me a file. "I need you to research on our competitor's product and come up with a plan on how to beat them." He leaned back in his chair.
"Also," he added, "I need you to
