Obsession With My CEO

dangerous-kept her tossing until dawn. Now, standing in her cramped Brooklyn apartment, she stared at her reflection, choosing a fitted burgundy dress that hugged her curves just enough to

tion metrics and adding visuals to sell her vision of an influencer-driven campaign. Her tablet buzzed with a text from Elena: "Crush it today, girl.

was a hive of activity, the marketing team buzzing with pre-launch energy. Lauren intercepted her at the elevator

ing her tablet. "Got

eyes narrowing. "Ethan's betting

ixed with pressure that made her chest tight. She retreated to her desk, reviewing her slides

ike judges, their faces unreadable. Victor Kane was there, his slick smile in place, but his eyes gleamed with something predatory. Ethan stood at the head of the table, his charcoal su

egy. Then she nodded to Amelia. "Our new marketing assista

des. "Our data shows 18-to-34-year-old trust authentic voices over polished ads. I propose partnering with micro-influencers-real users l

OI. Her visuals were sharp, her data airtight. She felt Ethan's eyes on her, a steady weight

ive, Miss Hart, but risky. One rogue influencer could

morable. Our competitors are flooding traditional ads. This campaign cuts through the

er hair and sharp eyes, nodded. "

aid. "We're already scouting cre

detailed risk assessment by tomorrow." His voice was professional, but th

ght, his eyes cold, but Ethan's nod was subtle, approving. The meeting wrapped, and the room emptied, but Ethan li

e door. She turned, finding him closer than expected, his tall f

ter than she meant. His eyes were dark, searchin

game, pushing boundaries like that." His gaze flicked to her lips

can handle it," she said, echoing her boldness from yesterday.

heek. The touch was electric, searing her skin, and she froze, caught in the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, she thought h

that risk assessment done," he said, his tone clippe

oughts kept drifting to Ethan's fingers, the heat in his eyes. By 6 p.m., the office was quiet, most of the team gone. She was deep in her work when Victor ap

ned. "I'm here to w

ng but games, Amelia. And you're already in over you

empty, the city lights a glittering backdrop. She was packing up whe

she said, her voice catching as he stepped closer.He glanced at her screen, then at her, his eyes dark with something unspoken. "You're relentless," he mur

t. "And if I don't want to stop?" she whispered

desk, claim her in the empty office. His hand hovered near her arm, fingers flexing as if fi

e cursed softly, stepping back to check it. "Finish your work and go home," he said, his tone br

instant: "Spill EVERYTHING." But Amelia couldn't put it into words-not the way Ethan's touch had ignited her, not the way his warnings only made he