Tyler's POV
“Vivian, stop it!” I snapped, prying her hand from around my neck.
We were supposed to be at this hotel for a meeting with some associates. A simple, straightforward business meeting. After it ended, I’d booked a room upstairs just to rest for a few minutes before heading out. But then, out of nowhere, Vivian came barging in.
“Tyler,” she purred, stepping closer. “It’s just us in this room. Come on… don’t you miss me?”
She bit her lower lip and pressed her softness against me, and I felt my jaw tighten. I pushed her back firmly. “Vivian, I said stop it.”
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breath. This woman was exhausting. She’d been my personal assistant for almost three years. She was efficient when it came to work. The kind of empl
