The Day I Kissed My Ruthless Billionaire CEO Boss

op to consider your future instead of

as Senior Creative Director of Manhattan's top advertising agency was some juvenile fantasy. As i

d. Once more, i

ght. Grant Westfield hails from a d

eyes and condescending look when she discussed her profession, blind d

ons. She could sense the old conflict rising between her who was and her expected s

d, and then stood. Perhaps her mother would s

curls, lips painted a vibrant red, confidence engraved on every contour of her face. Sh

rm stretched over his chair as though he owned the area. He looked embarrassingly good, with slicked-back

over her in a critical glance that stayed a bea

sank onto the chair acros

easantly startled. Y

icy. "I will try to m

I know you work in advertising. Is that not at least

ersee groups, plan marketing initiatives, and negotiate million-doll

chandelier light. Indeed, indeed. Still, you never give settling do

uth contracted, but she kept her calm grin. "I consider a

able, his eyes shining with laugh

ould flee this patronizing dream, Vict

er the table, but she kept calm.

providing. That's biology. His eyes flashed with arrogant superiority. "I would not

guiding herself towards composure. "Good thing

ought to give it some thought. No man will take you serio

tossing her drink in his face and the gratification of seeing his haughtiness erased.

alls." One of my clientele requires a favor. I will be back immediat

. Her eye strayed to the door, temptation chewing at her. She could flee this d

tance. His fitted suit was flawless, his dark hair was precisely groomed, and he exuded power

started to develop-a carele

r, her pulse accelerating. Perhaps, jus

ut. Her gaze fluttered over the chandeliers, the marble flooring, a

now, a woman's role is next to a man, not above him. All of this care

under his contempt, she battled to keep her calm. Her mother's voice stayed with her, pushing her to be courteous and to

uld not satisfy him by showing her breaking. She couldn't stay

ctly styled dark hair, strong shoulders covered in a suit that suggested strength and status,

e eyes fixed on the amber liquid whirling in his glass, and he appeared blind to the sur

om reality. She could stop this catastrophe and maint

ir with measured motions. This was unbelievable, careless, even, b

the man. Though his identity eluded

ay act to have a headache, create an excuse, and leave. However, she couldn't

s no different. Besides, this went beyond only getting away from Grant. It was about demonstratin

and how his suit fit his powerful frame. Every inch of the picture of power and authority ap

eyes shot to her, a quick glimpse, but they were piercing, a startling hue of blue that sliced across

ason he worked. Grant least of a

hat proved to be the secret. She could not let it show, even if she was shaking with

Her heartbeat surged, and her nerves tingled. Closely, he was even more arresting. Sharp ch

est flaring under that cold blue stare.

n. She inhaled deeply, her voice steady as she said. "You ar

ter danced across his face. He leaned back, a languid, danger