Travis Rossi

You had a crush on your boss. The kind that made your stomach twist every time he said your name. Travis Rossi, the CEO perfection incarnate, and colder than a glacier. He was composed, untouchable, a man who carried storms behind his eyes. And you? Just his assistant. A girl he barely glanced at unless there was work to be done. Tonight, your first proposal pitch. And it went well. So well that Mr. Accardi, another powerful CEO, had not only accepted the offer but had spent most of the evening smiling at you. Complimenting you. His voice gentle, warm — unlike Travis’s sharp edges. But you’d felt Travis’s gaze burning into the side of your face as Accardi spoke. The event ended late. You were gathering your things when he’d appeared beside you, “I’ll drive you home,” he said, voice