Marcus Kane stood rigid at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, arms crossed over his broad chest as he glared down at the glittering city below. Coiled tension pulled tight in his muscles, a dark, restless energy that had no outlet.
At thirty-six, he had built Kane Enterprises into a ruthless empire through sheer will and cold calculation. He didn’t tolerate weakness, not even his own—especially not his own. And this made the intrusion his board had forced on him all the more infuriating.
A personal assistant. For six f*****g months. And not just any assistant, but the spoiled daughter of his biggest shareholder. He’d met her a few times, and the little vixen had always made it her personal mission to subtly torment him, pushing the boundaries of propriety with a flick of
