Damien

THE WAY HANNAH paces in my office gives me the best view of her ass. "I cannot present with you, Damien. I'm serious." She whirls around, heading in the opposite direction, giving me another angle to admire. "How

could you expect me to talk in front of all those people?"

She might think she's being modest in her turtleneck top, but her skirt

screams otherwise. It's the same one she wore during her interview, black and tight in all the right places.

She must know what it does to me.

"Because you can." I recline comfortably in my chair, stifling a groan. She doesn't have to work. I'd pay her to simply be in here. "It's not bad. There won't be that many people."

She flicks her head at me, her pupils glaring.

I'm lucky we're in my main office that has no glass for workers to see through. Otherwise, my employees might think my new personal assistant has lost her mind.

"I know what the Silicon Summit is." She pops her hip out, her hand snapping to rest on it. "There will be thousands in the