Page 2 of Her Impossible Boss's Baby

She found she wanted to manage his.

It had been an instant crush. Swift and painful.

She had never felt such an immediate attraction to another person in her life. But then, she had never seen another human being as beautiful as Luca Salvatore.

Of course, what she had discovered very quickly after that was that his personality did a lot to balance out those looks.

He was the most difficult man she had ever known.

Not the most frightening. No. Luca wasn’t the type to go around hurting people. That would imply intent.

No, the thing about Luca was that he lived in his own sphere. And in that sphere the only thing that mattered was his goal.

He did not believe in pleasantries, he did not believe in compromise.

She had watched him cut a swath of terror through his staff with his willingness to fire people at will, and his near impossible standards.

That was how she had ended up with her job.

She had been standing next to his assistant—the third one he’d gone through in that month—when he had fired the other woman.

Polly had never seen a person look both relieved and devastated at the same time. Until she had come to work at Salvatore. Then it was an expression she saw often.

And when the woman turned to walk quickly out of the building, she had definitely looked both.

Upset because she had lost her job, relieved because it meant she would never have to deal with Luca again.

And then, for the first time, Luca had looked at Polly.

She had been right. It had been like being cleaved in two.

Even knowing what she did about him, what an ogre he was, how difficult he was, she had been immobilized by his beauty. Those dark brows had been locked together, his irritation written in every line of his face. She had been frightened, for a moment, that she was about to be on the receiving end of his philosophical sword. That she was about to be the next casualty of his mood.

She knew, in that moment, that she could easily be...ruined by him. That he could take her life and bend it around his with ease.

And she would always have to be on guard for that.

“What is your name?”

“Polly. Polly Prescott.”

He had looked at her. As if he was scanning her. A machine taking a diagnostic of an object.

“Do you have any experience acting as an assistant?”

“Yes. I’m an intern. I assist whoever needs it.”

“Brilliant. You’re hired.”

“I’m what?”

“Polly Prescott, you’re now my assistant.”

“I have school.”

He had laughed.

“I will make whatever arrangements necessary for you to continue with your studies and integrate the hands-on experience that you’re getting at the company.”

---