One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss
There they were: my department, in all their polished, prepared glory on their way to the conference room, led by none other than Director Aiden himself.
Aiden was all sharp edges, both in appearance and attitude. He stood tall, his lean frame dressed immaculately in a dark suit, his striking green eyes, framed by thick lashes, narrowed in obvious displeasure as he spotted me. His cheekbones were high and angled, his mouth set in a thin line. Today, his scowl looked especially ruthless, and I felt it cut through me before he even spoke.
“You’re thirty-five minutes late, Sienna,” he bit out, his voice as cold and unyielding as Lucas’s.