Inaya sat across from Raunak Vikrant Malhotra in his private office. Her palms were sweaty, her throat dry, and her entire body screamed to run. But she couldn’t.
Because the contract was already on the table.
And his eyes—those sinful, unreadable eyes—were locked on her.
"You're trembling," he murmured, leaning forward. "Sign it."
She looked at the thick document. Terms of Agreement: Personal Assistant to the CEO.
“It says I’ll live in the guest suite,” she whispered. “Why?”
He didn’t blink. “Because I don’t like delays. And I don’t like distance.”
Her heart hammered.
“This… this feels wrong.”
He stood up slowly and walked around the desk, standing just behind her.
“Wrong?” he whispered, his voice grazing her ear. “Or thrilling?”
His fingers trailed along the curve of her neck—barely touching, but making her skin light up like fire beneath ice.
"You’ll be mine from 7 a.m. to midnight. On-call. Every day.”
His hand brushed the side of her waist—firm, slow, intoxicating.
She jerked slightly, turning to face him. But her breath caught.
His shirt sleeves were rolled up. His abs peeked through the open collar.
His biceps flexed as he placed one hand on the chair behind her.
Too close. Too hot.
> Why did her body melt at the very sight of him?
“I—I don’t think I can—”
“Then leave,” he said sharply. “But this offer won’t come again.”
She paused.
And he smirked, already knowing the answer.
She picked up the pen… and signed.
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🔥 Later That Night – The Guest Suite
The suite was luxurious. Bigger than her entire apartment.
As she stepped out of the shower in a towel, she heard a knock.
She opened the door just slightly.
It was him.
Raunak leaned casually against the frame, eyes trailing over her exposed shoulder and wet hair.
His gaze burned.
“You left your file on my desk,” he said, handing it over.
Her hand reached through the small gap in the door to grab it.
But he didn’t let go immediately.
Their fingers touched.
His thumb brushed her knuckle—slow, purposeful.
“Wear something tomorrow that makes it hard for me to think straight,” he whispered.
And then he walked away.
She closed the door, heart pounding, towel clutched to her chest.
> What had she signed up for?
Why did every word he spoke feel like a kiss on her skin?
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🌶️ The Next Morning…
She wore a soft lavender blouse tucked into a black skirt—not revealing, but not shy either.
When she walked into the office, Raunak’s eyes dropped to her legs.
He clenched his jaw.
Another intern—a male—walked over to offer her coffee.
Raunak’s voice thundered from across the room.
“She takes her coffee from me only.”
Everyone turned.
The intern froze.
Inaya’s eyes widened.
Raunak walked toward her, took the cup from the guy’s hand, and offered it to her himself.
She hesitated.
He leaned closer.
“If another man even looks at you like that again…”
His eyes met hers—dangerous, raw, obsessive.
“…I’ll break his jaw.”
And then—
He leaned in and pressed a kiss just behind her ear.
Not her lips.
Not her cheek.
Behind her ear—where it burned the most.
She gasped.
“You’re mine now, Inaya.”
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