I needed this job. I did not need to fall into his bed.

Damian Cole owns the company, the boardroom, and apparently now - me. He's the man who signs my paycheck, the man who fired me once already for saying no, and the man I can't stop thinking about at 2 a.m. when my apartment is dark and quiet and his voice is still ringing in my ears from that afternoon in his office.

He said it would never happen again. He lied. So did I.

Every time I try to walk away, he pulls me back - a hand on my waist in the elevator, a whispered command across the conference table, a look that promises exactly what he's going to do to me the second the door closes. I hate how much power he has over me. I hate how badly I want him to use it.

This isn't romance. This is a war fought skin against skin, where the only truce is surrender. And when his ex-fiancée reappears with a ring on her finger and revenge on her mind, I'll have to decide if I'm just his assistant, his mistake, or the one thing he'll burn his empire down for.

He owns my Mondays. Tonight, he wants to own everything else.