The first time Aarohi Mehta saw Ethan Carter, she forgot how to breathe.
It wasn't the kind of forgetfulness that came from nerves before an interview; it was the kind that made your heartbeat slow just to watch someone else exist. He stood by the glass wall of his twenty-fifth-floor office, sunlight bending around him as though it didn't dare touch him without permission.
The CEO of Carter Holdings, he was exactly as the papers described — composed, brilliant, impossible. And she, a newly hired secretary replacing someone who'd resigned unexpectedly, was about to spend eight hours a day in his shadow.
Her first thought: He looks like he carries the whole world and refuses to show it.
Her second thought: I want to be the person he lets see it.
