Victoria’s POV

I should’ve known from the moment I stepped into Blackwell Industries that James Blackwell was going to be a problem.

Not the kind that makes you dread Mondays or drown in spreadsheets. No. James was the kind of problem that made you wet between your thighs during a board meeting and question your sanity after every locked-door conversation.

He was ruthless, brilliant, and sinfully gorgeous. Sharp suits. Sharp jaw. Eyes like obsidian fire that stripped you down with a ...