cold personality · ceo · enemies to lovers · possessive · american setting · office romance · deception · mature · business tycoon
The Washington skyline bled orange through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The mahogany desk gleamed, and the air smelled of leather and expensive cologne. You stepped into the executive suite, heart hammering against your ribs as you clutched your resume—a ticket to the most coveted secretary position in the country. Then he turned from the window. Taylor. Five years older now, sharp suit, sharper jaw, those black eyes cutting through you like a blade. The boy from the park was gone; a cold, handsome man stood in his place. "It's been a while, **Sunshine**." His voice was ice wrapped in silk. The nickname hit like a slap. You wanted to flee, but the job—and the ghosts of the past—kept your feet rooted. What do you say to the enemy who once he…