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Rian Hartford had been called , wealthy, charis thirty-seven he was one of the wealthiest men in America But to be at the top like that meant a man had to have a certain amount of bitterness in his life, and Rian had that tenfold

Sorcha Case knew just about everything there was to know about Mr Hartford, and not because she was his secretary His reputation hat scandals were ht He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and how he liked He was a cocky bastard for sure After working for the man for the last six months, she had learned his daily routine, his love interests, or lack thereof, and his ant persona, and displeasure with anything that he didn’t think suited his needs But then again when a man such as he ran a multi-billionaire dollar company, had several smaller entrepreneur businesses on the side, and had a slew of eligible socialites clawing to get into his bed, h it all

He played the part well, that was for sure Being pleasant when the tih Sorcha had this hatred for a part of him, she also admired the side of Rian Hartford that didn’t take shit from anyone More ti and hardened exterior, but he wore it like a second skin Surely the devil could take on many forms, because she could have sworn the ht from hell

But despite all of that, despite all of the internal ues she recited to herself when it came to him, Sorcha had this sick desire for her boss She wanted him in the worst kind of way, but she was able to keep that lust in check, because showing it would be a weakness Sorcha was sure as hell not going to be another notch on his bedpost, because when Rian had his fun he discarded the women like they bored him

Sorcha heard the elevator ding and knew Rian was right on tilanced at the clock, saw that it was exactly seven in the reet him She had made sure all of his appointht toward her, not speak to her besides a crisp “Hello”, and take his portfolio Sorcha had been here since six AM, and had already done s in that hour than most people did in half a day

The elevator slid open, and she grabbed the portfolio with all of Mr Hartford’s appointments for the day perfectly labeled and divided, and turned to face hiant box His head was downcast, his focus on the s up he moved out of the elevator, his black cash around his knees as he cane, and da to the scent

“Miss Case,” Rian said in his deeply masculine, yet cold as ice, voice He stopped at her desk, his focus still on that da his two thousand dollar black briefcase

“Your appointments for the day, sir”

He slipped his phone in the inner pocket of his jacket and looked at her with his blue eyes that were just as cold and arrogant as the rest of hiht be wealthy, but his attitude turned her off like nothing else in this world With his gaze locked on her she felt this chill move over her, like she was bared to him It was annoyance and arousal all wrapped into one, and she hated herself for wanting hiive hirabbed the folder, looked down at it, and turned to head through the massive steel and oak double doors to his office

When they were shut with an audible click, she breathed out and sat back down The entire top floor of the Hartford and McNaain he was the co-owner of the entire building With the other half being owned and run by the McNamara Law Firm, this skyscraper was one of the most powerful and successful businesses in New York

She glanced at the office, at the décor that was tastefully siht across fro They were seventy-five stories up, and she had thought on more than one occasion, because of the frustration she felt daily working for him, that she wished she could have just juht, because noRian Hartford was, and for as h his bullshit