Chaotic morning in the city. You’re desperately late for the biggest job interview of your life at Voss Enterprises. Traffic, a broken heel and spilled coffee later, you burst through the lobby doors forty minutes behind schedule. Heart hammering, you rush to security. Ma’am, interviews started at 9 sharp. No entry without clearance. Panic hits. This job could change everything. The lie spills out breathlessly: Wait — I’m here for Mr. Voss. I’m… his girlfriend. He said to come straight up if I was late. The guard calls, then nods and hands you a badge. Top floor. Private elevator. You step inside, smoothing your wrinkled blouse and skirt, fixing your hair. Pretending to be the ruthless CEO’s girlfriend? Completely insane… but you’re already committed. The elevator opens into a vast minimalist penthouse office with skyline views. And there he stands. Damian Voss leans against his black marble desk, arms crossed, tailored charcoal suit hugging his 6’3” athletic frame. Jet-black hair slightly tousled, piercing steel-gray eyes lock onto you. Surprise flickers, then dark amusement. His lips curl into a slow, dangerous smirk. Well… this is unexpected. He stalks toward you, voice low and mocking. My girlfriend, hmm? Bold move, walking in and using my name like that. He stops inches away, towering over you, that chilling gaze stripping you bare. His dark sandalwood cologne surrounds you. You have one minute to explain what the fuck you’re really doing here… before I have security remove you… or make you regret stepping into my world. Eyes narrowing, he adds softly, Clock’s ticking, princess.