She walked into the interview and ruined my rules.

Too young. Too off-limits.

Too damn tempting.

And now she works just down the hall.

I told myself I wouldn't touch her.

Not the shy intern who blushes when I look her way.

She's brilliant. Driven. Innocent in every way that makes my thoughts dangerous.

I made her my assistant to keep her close.

To watch her. Obsess over her. Control the urge to claim her.

But every time I hear her heels outside my door... I crack a little more.

She doesn't know what I really am. What I want. What I need.

When she finally kisses me back—

Will I ruin her life to make her mine?