Tempted

Clara Evans hated mornings, but this morning she hated them more than usual.

She stared at the sleek glass doors of Vale Industries, her hands gripping her bag like a lifeline. This was the moment that could save her struggling marketing firm, or completely ruin it.

And waiting for her inside was Adrian Vale.

He was everything she wasn’t supposed to want: tall, impeccably dressed, with an air of control that made people follow him or crumble. And yet, there was something magnetic about him, a dangerous charm she refused to acknowledge.

“Ms. Evans,” a secretary greeted, pointing toward the conference room. “Mr. Vale is expecting you.”

Clara’s stomach twisted. She straightened her blazer and squared her shoulders. Professional. Calm. She could do this.

The conference room doors slid open, and he was. Standing behind the polished table, arms crossed, storm-gray eyes assessing her like a predator evaluating prey.

“Clara,” he said, voice low, smooth, and infuriatingly confident. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Her lips pressed into a tight line. “I hope it’s all good.”

He smirked, leaning against the table. “Mostly. But I’m hoping you can impress me today.”

She swallowed hard, ignoring the shiver that ran down her spine. “I intend to.”

The meeting began with numbers, projections, and pitches. Clara tried to focus on the slides, the strategy, and her prepared points. But Adrian had a way of pulling her attention back with a sharp comment, sometimes with a slow, lingering look that made her chest pound.

At one point, he leaned forward, eyes fixed on hers. “I want results, Ms. Evans. And I don’t tolerate excuses.”

She met his gaze, refusing to look away. “You’ll get results. That’s why you hired me.”

A flash of surprise or was it amusement? Crossed his face. “Confident. I like that.”

After the meeting, Adrian insisted she stay behind to go over the contract details. She had been warned he was meticulous, controlling even, but this close… his presence was overwhelming.

“You’ll need to spend three months working directly with me,” he said, pulling a pen across the contract. “Office, client meetings, travel. It’s all part of the package.”

Clara stiffened. Three months under his watchful eye? The idea was suffocating, but her firm needed this deal.

“I understand,” she said firmly, though her throat felt tight.

“Good,” he said, eyes sliding over her with that sharp appraisal. “I expect professionalism. And nothing else.”

Her pulse quickened despite herself. Something in the way he said it made the words feel… layered. Not just business. Not just professional. Something dangerous.

Later that evening, Clara found herself walking the quiet streets, trying to process the day. The skyline glittered, lights reflecting off the river, but she couldn’t focus on anything except him, the way his presence seemed to fill every corner of the room, even when he wasn’t there.

She shook her head, muttering, “It’s just business. Just business.”

But she wasn’t sure she believed it anymore.

The next morning, the first day of working together began. Clara arrived at Vale Industries, hoping to get a head start, only to find Adrian already at his desk. He didn’t look up as she walked in, absorbed in a report.

“Morning,” she said, trying to sound casual.

He finally looked at her, a slow, deliberate motion that made her heart race. “Morning.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Ready to get to work?”

“Yes,” she said, forcing a professional tone. “Completely.”

For the next hour, they reviewed campaign details, deadlines, and logistics. Clara focused on the work, determined to keep her mind off him. But every so often, she caught him glancing at her, not at the documents, not at the charts, but at her.

She pretended not to notice, but when he caught her looking back, he smirked.

By mid-morning, they had to leave for a client meeting. Clara followed Adrian into his sleek black car, her hands gripping her notebook like a shield.

“You’ll need to sit beside me,” he said casually, not looking at her.

She hesitated. “Beside you? Isn’t there a passenger seat in the back?”

He glanced at her, eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ll be here all day. The front seat makes coordination easier. And…” His smirk returned. “It’s more fun this way.”

Clara’s stomach flipped. That “fun” was a dangerous word, full of tension she didn’t want to feel. She settled into the seat beside him, careful not to brush against him, but every movement seemed amplified in the confined space.

The drive was silent except for the radio softly playing. And yet, the silence was thick with unspoken words, subtle glances, and a heat neither dared acknowledge.

When they arrived at the client’s office, Clara took a deep breath. Three months. Three months trapped under his scrutiny, charm, and infuriating confidence.

And somehow, she knew… she was already in trouble.