Genre: Lesbian Romance | CEO x Assistant | Slow Burn | Office Tension l 9 years Age Gap She runs an empire with ice in her veins. Her new assistant runs on caffeine, chaos, and far too much heart. What happens when sunshine starts to melt steel? Margot Blake is everything the headlines say: cold, brilliant, untouchable. The youngest CEO in luxury branding history, she built Blake & Co. from sheer ambition - and froze out anything resembling a personal life along the way. Enter Chloe Quinn - bright, bubbly, and dangerously persistent. She's not the type of assistant Margot usually hires... or keeps. But something about Chloe's chaotic charm, awkward honesty, and maddening optimism starts to crack the ice Margot has spent years perfecting. They're opposites in every way. One has walls higher than the skyline; the other believes no heart is too frozen to warm. But in a world of power plays, secrets, and boardroom battles, falling for your assistant isn't just reckless - it could ruin everything. Slow burn. High tension. Sharp suits. Stolen glances. And a love neither of them saw coming.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.