CHAPTER 1: THE INTERVIEW

VERONICA

The line outside the executive suites of Vassal & Bane looked like a casting call for a corporate funeral. Dozens of women sat stiff-backed in tailored charcoal suits, anxiously clutching their resumes and practising their best "I’m a team player" smiles.

Then there was I-Veronica.

I wore a crimson silk blouse unbuttoned just low enough to tease, a black pencil skirt that hugged my hips like a second skin, and four-inch Louboutins that clicked loudly against the marble floor. I hadn’t even bothered bringing a resume. I didn't need paper to prove my worth; my talent was entirely anatomical, and I knew exactly how to use it. I wasn’t looking for a stable 9-to-5 to pay the bills; I was looking for powerful men, high-stakes thrills, and a desk I could look good sitting on—or under.

When the heavy oak door finally opened and my name was called, a collective, resentful sigh sounded through the waiting room. I just smirked, tossing my long hair over my shoulder as I sauntered past them.

Inside, the office was vast, with a scent of expensive leather, old money, and deep-seated authority. Sitting behind a massive mahogany desk was Collin Vassal. He was the senior partner, a man in his late thirties with sharp, predatory features, dark hair silvering at the temples, and an aura of absolute control.

"Miss... Veronica?" Collins asked, looking down at his empty desk where my file should be. He looked up, his cold gaze tracking my deliberate, hip-swaying walk toward him.

"Just Veronica," I purred, gliding to the front of his desk. Instead of taking the seat opposite him, I leaned against the edge of the mahogany wood, tilting my head. "And don't worry about the paperwork, Collins. I’m far better in practice than I am on paper."

Collin’s eyebrows shot up. He probably wasn't used to applicants using his first name, let alone invading his personal space with such blatant confidence. "This is a prestigious law firm, Veronica. We require meticulous attention to detail, discretion, and—"

"And a woman who knows how to handle a heavy workload?" I interrupted, her voice dropping an octave.

Before he could reprimand me, I dropped to my knees right between his legs.

Collins froze, his breath catching in his throat. He was a powerful man, used to commanding rooms, but the sheer audacity I had caught him completely off guard. I didn't waste a second. My fingers reached up, unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper with practised ease. When she freed his thick, already hardening length, I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes full of wicked amusement.

"Let’s see how you handle a cross-examination," I whispered.

I wrapped her lips around him, sliding down the length of his shaft. Collins groaned, his hands immediately flying to my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as I took him deep. My throat was warm, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock with a ruthless expertise that shattered his professional composure. He began to thrust his hips upward, abandoning all pretence of an interview. I took it all, unashamed, revelling in the sudden control I had over the powerful attorney.

Hungry for more, Julian grabbed my waist and lifted me effortlessly onto the desk, sweeping a stack of legal briefs to the floor. I laughed, a throaty, delighted sound, as I kicked off my heels and parted my legs wide. He pulled my skirt up to my waist, revealing I wasn't wearing any panties.

"You're a menace," Collins growled, his eyes dark with lust. He stripped off his pants, positioning himself between my thighs.

"I'm your new secretary," I corrected, locking my legs around his waist.

Collins drove into me with a heavy, furious thrust. I cried out, a loud, uninhibited sound that echoed off the high ceilings. He didn't pace himself; he slammed into me over and over, his hands gripping my hips so tightly they would leave marks. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders, taking every hard, punishing stroke with absolute pleasure. The desk creaked under the rhythm of our frantic pace, papers flying everywhere.

Right as Collins pinned my arms above my head to drive even deeper, the heavy oak door swung open.

"Collins, we need to review the—"

Christopher Bane, the co-owner of the firm, stopped dead in his tracks. He was younger than Collins, blond, broad-shouldered, and possessing a roguish charm that usually made him a hit in the courtroom. He stared at the scene on the desk: his business partner, shirt still buttoned but pants down around his ankles, furiously hammering into a gorgeous, panting brunette who was currently looking right at him with a bright, welcoming smile.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," Chris said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"Get out, Chris," Collins grunted, not stopping his relentless pace, his forehead beaded with sweat.

"Now, why would I do that?" Chris loosened his tie, tossing it onto a nearby chair as he walked toward the desk. His eyes were locked on my flushed face and my bouncing breasts beneath my unbuttoned blouse. "Looks like you’re doing a thorough evaluation of the candidate. I need to give my input."

I reached a hand out toward Chris, my fingers beckoning him. "There's plenty of work to go around, boss."

Chris didn't need to be told twice. He stepped up behind me, leaning over my head to capture my lips in a deep, bruising kiss. I tasted like Collins, and the thought only fueled Chris's arousal. While Collins continued to pound into me from below, Chris freed his own rigid length, rubbing it against my cheek before guiding it right to my mouth.

I didn't hesitate. I gobbled him into my mouth, my eyes darting between the two men as I was thoroughly used from both ends. The sensation of being sandwiched between the two most powerful lawyers in the city, my body taking Collin’s heavy thrusts while my mouth worshipped Christian, drove me over the edge. My inner muscles clamped down hard on Collin’s cock, sending him into a frenzy.

"Damn it, Veronica," Collins growled, his pace turning frantic. He hit me deep, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through my body that made me come violently, my hips shaking against the mahogany desk.

With a low roar, Collins filled me, his body stiffening as he spent himself inside me. At the same moment, Chris pulled back slightly, groaning as he came across my face and chest, the warm liquid mixing with the sweat on my skin.

For a few moments, the only sound in the office was the heavy breathing of the three of us.

Chris wiped his thumb across my lip, licking it clean with a smirk. "Well. She’s definitely qualified."

Collins pulled out of me, leaning heavily against the desk as he caught his breath. He looked down at me, completely unbothered by the mess, lying back against the desk with a satisfied, lazy smile on my face. I looked utterly in my element.

"The position pays six figures," Julian said, his voice still a bit rough as he reached for a tissue to clean himself up. "You start immediately. Your desk is right outside."

I sat up, slowly smoothing down my wrinkled skirt, completely unashamed. I looked at Collins, then at Chris, my eyes sparkling with anticipation for what the rest of the week would bring.

"I look forward to working under you both," I purred as I sashayed out of the office.