UNDER HIS RULES: Trapped in his game
"Okay, good. Because I looked up Sanders Tower on I*******m, that lobby alone looks more expensive than my entire life. Are you a big corporate girl now? Do you have your own desk? Please tell me you have a window view.”
"I have a cubicle," I corrected, a small smile finally pulling at the corner of my lips.
"And plenty of work to keep me there.”
"Ugh, boring. Bounce past the work. Let’s talk about the actual perks of the job.”
I could hear the grin in her voice. "The boss, Kaelen Sanders. Tell me the truth, is he actually as ridiculously hot in person as he is on the news? Because if a man looked at me with those jawline-and-suit vibes every morning, I’d forget how to type.”