I didn't look up when the door opened.
I never do.
People know better than to walk into my office unannounced, and those who don't learn quickly. My fingers tapped steadily on the keyboard, the only sound in the wide, silent expanse of my corner office high above the Manhattan streets.
Gwen's heels clicked once against the marble floor. "Miss Howard, your new personal assistant is here."
Finally.
"Send him in," I said without pausing.
Another assistant. Another waste of time. They never last long. The last one quit after four weeks and a nervous breakdown. The one before that started crying when I corrected her tone in front of the board.
Useless.
I expected the same from this one. But when the man walked in, something in the air shifted. Slightly. Barely.
But I noticed.
He was tall. Relaxed posture. Suit tailored perfectly to a lean, broad frame. His brown hair was styled but not overly so, like he couldn't be bothered to fuss about it. He smiled too easily. I hated easy smiles. They were masks.
"Dawson Davis," he said, stepping forward and offering his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Howard."
I stared at his hand. Didn't take it.
He let it fall, not offended in the slightest. That amused him, I could tell.
"I prefer Miss Howard," I said. "Sit."
He obeyed without hesitation, like he belonged in my presence. Bold. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not.
I opened his file and glanced through it. "You've worked for three major firms in the last five years."
"Promotions moved fast," he replied. His voice was smooth. Confident. "I outgrew them."
"And yet you applied to be a personal assistant," I said, keeping my eyes on the paper. "A step down, some would say."
"I like a challenge."
I looked up. Our eyes met. He didn't flinch.
Most men did.
"You think this will be challenging?" I asked.
"I've heard the stories," he said with a slight shrug. "But I don't believe everything I hear."
A decent answer. Clever, even. He wasn't trying to impress me, but he wasn't pretending to be a hero either.
"Smarter than most," I muttered.
A flicker of something passed between us. Not heat. I didn't feel heat.
At least, I hadn't.
I pushed the thought away.
"You'll be expected to be on call twenty-four-seven," I said briskly. "That includes weekends, holidays, and anything else I deem important. If I travel, you travel. If I stay late, you stay later."
"Fine by me," he said. "I don't sleep much."
"I'm not interested in excuses. Or office gossip. Or any flirtation, accidental or otherwise."
"I'm not interested in gossip, Miss Howard," he replied, then added too smoothly "And I'll keep my flirting to a minimum."
My eyes narrowed. "Don't push your luck."
He only smiled.
Arrogant.
I stood. "Your desk will be directly outside my door. You'll manage my calendar, answer my calls, and anticipate what I need before I ask for it. I don't want to be followed around like a puppy. I want efficiency. Silence. Competence."
"I can be all three," he said, rising to his feet.
His voice didn't waver. His gaze didn't shift.
I hated that he wasn't intimidated by me.
No hate was too strong.
I didn't hate it. I noticed it.
That was worse.
I dismissed him with a nod. He turned and walked to the door with unhurried confidence. Like he didn't need my approval but knew he'd get it anyway.
When the door closed, I sat back down slowly.
I stared at my screen, but I wasn't typing anymore.
I was thinking.
About his voice. His eyes. That annoying, easy grin.
I clenched my jaw. No.
He would be like the rest of them. Charming, arrogant, fleeting. And I wasn't interested in charm.
I didn't fall for smiles.
I didn't fall at all.