I was hired to work for him. I never expected to crave his control. Grayson Cole is power wrapped in restraint—every word precise, every emotion locked down. I see him when no one else the discipline, the silence, the way his gaze lingers when we’re alone. The tension between us isn’t reckless—it’s deliberate. Every look held too long. Every argument charged with what we refuse to say. He warns me he’s dangerous. That crossing this line would cost me everything. But I don’t fall for him because he’s powerful. I fall because he never uses that power on me—Until the moment he finally does. And when I give in, I won’t just risk my job. I’ll risk losing control.