Jamie Rivers adjusted the stack of files on his desk, glancing at the sleek glass doors of Knight Industries. He had been the new personal assistant to Adrian Knight for exactly one week, and already, he knew this job was going to be… interesting. Terrifying, even.
Adrian Knight wasn’t just a CEO—he was the CEO. Sharp, demanding, perfection incarnate. And every time Adrian walked past, Jamie’s heart betrayed him, thumping like a drum he couldn’t control.
Adrian entered the office without knocking, as usual. His tailored suit was immaculate, his expression unreadable, eyes scanning the room like he was searching for faults in the universe.
“Rivers,” he said, voice low, commanding, and dangerously smooth. “Are the Henderson files ready for me?”
Jamie swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir. Right here.” He handed over the neatly organized folder.
Adrian took it, flipping through the pages with meticulous care. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, almost imperceptibly, his eyes met Jamie’s. “You’re thorough. I like that.”
Jamie blinked. “Th-thank you, sir.”
Adrian’s lips curved into the slightest smirk. “I expect nothing less.”
The days passed with the usual whirlwind of meetings, deadlines, and high-stakes decisions. Jamie found himself staying late, not because he had to, but because he wanted to see Adrian one more time in the empty office, when the mask of authority softened just a little.
One evening, as Jamie was about to leave, he heard Adrian’s voice behind him.
“Rivers.”
Jamie froze. “Yes, sir?”
Adrian stepped closer, the soft click of his shoes echoing in the quiet office. “Don’t leave yet. I need your opinion on these projections.”
Jamie nodded, but his pulse raced as Adrian leaned over the desk, brushing past him just enough that the heat from his body grazed Jamie’s arm. “It’s… impressive,” Adrian murmured, eyes lingering. “How do you manage to stay so composed under pressure?”
Jamie swallowed. “I… I guess I just focus on the work, sir.”
Adrian’s smirk widened. “Good answer. But I’m more interested in the part of you that isn’t focusing on work.”
Jamie’s breath hitched. Adrian Knight, the untouchable, the intimidating, was teasing him. And somehow, it felt… electric.
The next week, Ethan Cole, one of the junior executives, started lingering around Jamie’s desk, asking for help and making flirty comments. Adrian noticed. Oh, he noticed.
Later that night, Jamie was finishing up reports when Adrian appeared at his office doorway. His expression was dark, possessive, almost dangerous.
“Who’s Ethan Cole?” Adrian’s voice was low, rough around the edges.
Jamie swallowed. “Just… a colleague, sir.”
Adrian stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “I don’t like how he looks at you.”
Jamie’s heart raced. “I—he’s harmless.”
Adrian’s gaze softened for just a fraction of a second before the commanding edge returned. “Rivers… he doesn’t get to have your attention. Not when I want it.”
Jamie felt a shiver run down his spine. “I… I don’t understand, sir.”
Adrian closed the distance between them, voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’re mine, Jamie. I don’t say that lightly.”
Jamie’s breath hitched. Adrian’s presence was overwhelming—impossible to resist. And yet, instead of fear, there was… something else. Desire.
“Adrian…” Jamie’s voice was soft, uncertain.
Adrian reached out, cupping Jamie’s cheek gently, thumb brushing along his jawline. “Say it.”
“I… I—I’m yours,” Jamie whispered, voice trembling but sincere.
The moment broke with a soft, electric tension as Adrian leaned in, lips capturing Jamie’s in a kiss that was equal parts commanding and tender. Jamie melted into it, letting go of every restraint, every fear.
Hours—or maybe minutes—later, they parted slightly, foreheads resting together. Adrian’s voice was softer now, but still filled with authority.
“Don’t forget it. You’re mine, Jamie. And I’ll make sure no one forgets it either.”
Jamie smiled, heart full, adrenaline still racing. “I don’t want anyone else,” he admitted.
Adrian smirked, brushing a thumb over Jamie’s lips. “Good. Because you’ll have me for everything. Work… life… everything in between.”
And from that night on, the office wasn’t just a place of deadlines and meetings—it was a place of stolen glances, whispered confessions, and possessive touches, as Adrian Knight claimed his personal assistant in ways that made every late night worth it.
