A LOVE UNTAMED

alarm jolted Liana T

aw the glowing red numbers on her bedside clock. "Oh no!" She scr

first day at

o time to admire how perfectly the cream silk hugged her figure or how the navy pencil skirt gave her the look of quiet authority she hoped to pro

footsteps. The skyscraper loomed above her, glittering with the kind of power that made the world stop

past with lattes in hand, phones glued to their ears. Liana paused for a

be the n

hair, flawless makeup, and a smile that

and down with quick appraisal. "Communications department.

forcing a polite smile as sh

pen-plan offices. She pointed out the conference rooms, the executive floor that "wasn't for ju

is is Mr. Jonathan Pierce's department," Vanessa explained.

tened with nerves as

behind thin-rimmed glasses. His suit was crisp, his

o waste. "For now, I want you to start simple. File these reports, organize the press release drafts, and

firmly, determination

of "urgent but easy" tasks kept growing, courtesy of coworkers who were more than happy to let the rookie handle t

the building quieted, she was still at

hing but spirit unbroken. As she stepped into the lobby, the evening

hen she

ing the space beneath his tailored black suit. The fabric clung to a body honed with discipline-long legs, a lean waist, and a chest that stretched the s

ripping the door with ease, the faint ligh

was just another powerful man in a building full of them. She had no idea th

greeted her. Her mother, Elena Torres, loo

her said gently. "How

haustion finally pulling at her limbs. But ther

e, so much noise... but I managed. They gave me the basic tasks, nothi

g her hand. "I'm proud of you, Li

of them knew that destiny had already begun moving, bringing