The Day I Kissed My Ruthless Billionaire CEO Boss

ections of her boldness and how she had suddenly taken his breath. However, he had been kiss

ed him, using him like a pawn in her game. Still, he was fascinated rather than angry. He started a gentle smil

liced through his dream, clear and exact. "I have th

e handle it

Her hardly noticed presence; his attention was on the folder. His pulse

re matching her wild hair. He quickly went over the report, raising startled eyebrows. Senior D

competitive field, she had established credibility on wit and inventiven

way to the top, tenaciously and skilfully shattering glass ceilings. He took that into consideratio

ed him, then turned away, not realizing he carried the keys to her desti

umor in fate. He nearly felt g

cus by buzzing. With a

itfield, Victoria Caldwell works for the agency we are purchasi

one, her eyes tightening. "I

campaign. Should the purchase go fo

what was approaching. Her defiance was displayed in his head as she met his eyes witho

iet and under control. I will personall

d, sir. Usually, you manag

y is

picture. She was mistaken; she had ima

isor. And he would have loved

ert attention. The stakes were substantial since Whitfield Enterprises was buying her agency. This con

yes deepened with interest. He was danger contained in a custom suit, temptation in its most deadly form. S

k. Her voice drifted through the door. Savannah Vi

er mask of confidence sliding bac

xquisite and exactly balanced. Nobody would guess the anarchy under the surface level. She was

e new purchase. "I have heard the CEO is a complete shark-austere and del

for his austere style and his ability to destroy rivals without flushing. She stiffene

ad raised, resolve evident in every step. Her heart rac

e CEO himself. Her Whitfield

er blood became cold, the name ringing in her head. Neither

ough, she knew It was

deeply and smoothed imperceptible wrinkles in her blazer. This was her time to establish herself and demon

airs inhabited by senior agency executives. Their convers

head. She set down her notepad, her fingers quivering just a little. Nobody knew

cross the space. There were quiet talks and

ate ease, his clothing fittingly flawless, shoulders broad, and posture royal. Not first, Victor

ld stood at the top of the table, his face cool, his eyes keen.

eyes sparkled with a flutter of identification. Victor

deliberate, slow smile. "Bea

sank into her consciousness. She imprisoned h

hung in her ears, and her mind ran. Her new manager was Her Whitfield, the stranger she

n pricked with fire, her shame growing under his constant eye. She battled to keep her

oice calm and firm as he described his merger vision. Still, every

ed strength and confidence from every calculated stride. But there w

s could be staring at her inquisitively, drawn by Asher's familiar voice. Did they

n her spine. Leaning forward, his voice lowered to a low murmu