PROFESSIONAL

NYRA'S POV

The next morning I showed up at Luca’s office building right on time. Heart pounding, but I kept my face calm and professional.

I chose a simple blouse and pencil skirt, neat hair, minimal makeup. This was a job. Nothing more. I was here to work hard, learn fast, and keep things strictly business no matter what happened last night.

His assistant, Clara, met me in the lobby and took me up. “Mr. Luca runs a tight ship,” she warned with a small smile. “Pay attention to everything. He expects excellence from day one.”

I nodded seriously. “I’m ready to learn. Just show me where to start.”

She introduced me to a couple of seniors first. I listened carefully as they walked me through the filing system, scheduling software, how Luca preferred his coffee, and the exact way he liked meeting notes formatted.

I took detailed notes on my tablet, asking smart questions and repeating instructions back to make sure I got everything right. By the time they left me at my desk outside his corner office, I had the morning schedule memorized and a few urgent emails already did

I could do this, stay focused and adapt quick. Prove I wasn’t just here because of family.

Luca’s voice came through the intercom a few minutes later. “Nyra. Come in.”

I straightened my skirt, took a deep breath, and stepped inside. He was standing by the huge window overlooking the city, sleeves rolled up on his crisp white shirt.

The morning light made him look even more commanding. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, that natural CEO presence that filled the entire room.

Everyone in the building seemed to move faster when he was around. Power rolled off him in waves.

“Close the door,” he said without turning around at first. His tone left no room for argument.

I did, the click echoing. “Good MORNING, Mr. Luca. I’ve already familiarized myself with the schedule and started on the urgent emails Clara mentioned. Is there anything specific you need me to handle first?”

He finally turned. His eyes dragged over me slowly… from my heels up my legs, lingering a second too long before meeting my face.

That stormy look sent heat rushing through me, but I kept my expression neutral. Professional.

“First day and you’re already on top of things. Impressive,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Sit down, we have a lot to go over.”

I took the seat across from his desk, back straight, notepad ready. He went through the day’s priorities with clear, authoritative instructions. No wasted words. When I suggested a small adjustment to one meeting based on what the seniors had told me, he raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Good catch. Do it that way.”

For the next hour I stayed focused. I fetched files he asked for, coordinated with other departments, and jumped in to help organize notes from an emergency call. The seniors checked on me twice and seemed surprised at how quickly I was picking everything up. “You’re a natural,” one of them said. I just smiled politely and kept working.

But every time I stepped back into his office, the air felt thicker. Luca watched me constantly. His strong presence filled the space, making it hard to ignore the history between us.

Around midday, after a long meeting, he called me in again. “Close the door, Nyra.”

I did. “The notes from the investors are ready, I’ve highlighted the key points you might want to revisit.”

Instead of taking the folder, he stood up and walked around the desk. That commanding aura made my pulse spike. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could smell his familiar scent.

“You’re doing well,” he said low, voice rough. “Better than I expected, likd most like you belong here.” His hand reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then traced slowly down the side of my neck. Light but possessive. Thumb grazing my collarbone. “But we both know this isn’t just about work, don’t we?”

I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my voice steady and professional. “Mr. Luca… I’m here to do the job properly. Nothing else.”

He didn’t move away. Instead he leaned in, breath hot against my ear again.

“Married, right.” His palm slid to my waist, pulling me forward just enough that my body brushed against his. I could feel him…half-hard already through his pants. “Yet here you are, in my office. My secretary. Adapting so quickly like the good girl you are.”

His lips brushed my ear. Then his tongue traced the shell slow and wet, just like last night. I gasped softly, knees weakening for a second before I caught myself.

One of his hands gripped my hip tighter. The other tilted my chin up so I had to look at him. His eyes were dark. Hungry.

“Tell me again how happy you are, Nyra,” he whispered, thumb stroking my bottom lip. “How you don’t need my help… or anything else from me.”

My breath hitched, the professional mask slipped for a moment. Heat pooled low in my belly even as resentment and guilt twisted inside me. The door was closed and no one could see. But this was dangerous.

My body was already reacting, aching for more even while my mind screamed to push him away.

He leaned in closer, lips hovering near mine. “We have a lot of catching up to do… starting right now.”