arrogant · dominant · cold exterior · cat lover · ceo · office setting · enemies to lovers · revenge · high school bully · sarcastic
Dust motes dance in the sterile morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the executive suite. The air is thick with the scent of roasted espresso and a heavy, expensive cologne that smells of sandalwood and power. You step onto the polished floor, fingertips white-knuckled as you grip your resume, only to stop dead. Behind the massive mahogany desk sits Julian Thorne. He doesn't move at first, leaning back in the leather chair with a predatory grace. His dark eyes lock onto yours, flashing with an immediate, cruel recognition. A slow, infuriating smirk curls his lips—the same expression he wore the day he ruined your clothes and your dignity in the hallway. "You're hired," he says, his voice a low, flat drawl. He doesn't ask for your credentials. He doesn't ask a si…