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Who was he?

I fan my face with a copy ofFortunemagazine, and listen to the young man beside me mutter to himself.

“Founded in 1945 when Levi Sterling fled Europe… Originally a watch-mending business… partnership with Charles Cross expanded into jewelry…”

I gulp. I cribbed the same research to prepare, but I’m not sure what’s going to set me apart from the crowd. This is a big-deal company, and the CEO, Caleb Sterling, is the biggest deal of all.

Ruthless. Respected. Evenrevered, if the press is to be believed.

I tried to research him, but the guy stays out of the spotlight. Somehow, he’s got everyone talking about him, without actually showing up anywhere. No posed photos, no red-carpet appearances… The most I could find was a years-old PR photo showing a stern-looking man half-hidden under wire-rimmed glasses and too-long hair.

He’s a mystery.

I would be nervous at the best of times—even if I didn’t have a whole lot more than just a job on the line here.

“Juliet Nichols?”

I bolt to my feet, and follow a brisk-looking red-headed woman down the hallway to the corner office. “I’m Victoria,” she says. “Mr. Sterling’sfirstassistant. You’ll have ten minutes,” she says, looking me up and down. Clearly, she isn’t impressed with what she sees, because her lip curls slightly, and she adds: “Or less. Mr. Sterling doesn’t suffer fools lightly.”

Then she opens the door and gives me a light push that I’m not expecting, so I stumble into the room. I struggle to keep my footing—and my grip on my leather-bound resume.

“Sorry, hi! Pleased to meet you—”

I start—and then stop dead. Because sitting on the other side of a long conference table, flanked by serious-looking people in suits, is the man from the coffee shop.

The one who kissed me senseless in a bathroom not twenty minutes ago.

The one who is staring icily at me like we’ve never met before.

“You’re late.” He says shortly, disapproval clear. “Sit. Speak. I don’t have much time.”

I stare at him—at the way the other people in the room are all turned to him, like he’s the freaking sun—and I finally put two-and-two together and come up withholy hell!

This is Caleb Sterling. And I need to make him hire me in the next ten minutes—or my whole life will fall apart.

To be continued…

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THE RUTHLESS TRILOGY

BOOK ONE: RUTHLESS HEART

NERO

Forget about flowers and candy. Romance is for men who don’t know how to fuck.

You know what I’m talking about: Face down on the mattress, ass up, just begging for a smack. A heavy weight pinning you down, a rough hand knotted in your hair. That thick, straining cock pounding into you, relentless. Almost too much, too big, to take.

But you take it, don’t you? Like you were made for every inch. Writhing. Clawing the sheets. Screaming the whole fucking neighborhood down, because you’ve never had it this good before.

You’ve never had a man likeme.

Because I know what you’ve been dreaming about. A man who takes what he wants. No apologies, no remorse. A man who lives in the shadows, who’ll give it to you dirty, like the animal you really are.

Beneath the pretty manners, and charming smiles, you want to be ravaged. Rode hard.Possessed.

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