His Obedient Problem
NOAH Armand was the kind of billionaire people whispered about, never loudly. He was too composed, too controlled, too precise. A man carved from ice and ambition.
And he knew it.
He had built his empire with a mind that didn’t bend. Not for markets. Not for governments. Not even for people.
Especially not for women.
He hired secretaries by résumé, not attractiveness. He didn’t date them. He didn’t even look at them twice.
Until her.
Elaine Hart had arrived late at the interview.
Her hair was damp from rain, her blouse clinging to the curve of her neck. She stepped into his office with an apology on her lips—
And Noah had looked up from his laptop.
Time didn’t slow.
It stopped.
Not because she was beautiful. Though she was.
It was her eyes. They were shy,
