All Chapters of Seduced by His Touch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Leo rubbed the stubborn knot of tension at the base of his neck with the heel of his hand as he stared blindly at his computer screen. His personal assistant had walked out three days ago when her boyfriend had dumped her. She was so distraught that she was not even in a state to work out her notice. It annoyed him no end, but what could he do? Women! You can't live with them, and you can't live without them.There was a knock on the door to his office."Come in," he said.Precious, one of the general secretaries, came in with a large stack of papers in her hand.Leo groaned inwardly at the stack of papers. What now?"I do have some of the resumes for the personal assistant position, Mr. Joe," she said, getting down to business. "I've weeded out the absolute no-gos, and these are the ones that I think are feasible. If you can look them over and give final approval, I can forward them to HR and they can arrange for interviews right away."He was tempted to say, "Just send the whole lot

Amara----Amara Denz sat in Baze's waiting area, wringing her hands quietly without being overtly obvious about her nervousness. She sat alone in the waiting area, but she knew that meant nothing. There would be sure to be hundreds of other applicants for the personal assistant job she was there to interview for.She looked unobtrusively around, taking in the bleakly modern monochrome decor and glass dividers. She could see people moving down the corridors in every direction around the waiting area. In one corner of the room, a receptionist sat behind a massive desk sporting an earpiece, taking call after call and routing callers to the proper lines without stopping. Amara would hate her job. Even without the presence of clients, the glass walls ensured that the receptionist was visible from nearly every corner, so her every step was visible to any passerby around the building.But Amara really needed to work so that she could at least endure such a goldfish bowl working environment.

Did you see her performance?" Leo whispered, leaning forward as he looked at the monitor in the small control room. "I knew the moment I saw her resume that she would get the job."One of the panellists replied in a low voice, "But Mrs. Denz completely failed the interview. It was not what we expected at all.".Leo's pulse quickened. He'd never sat in on an interview like this one—until now. The discreet camera and microphone in the interview room had allowed him to observe every moment. Normally, he would have let the panel cut the interview short and dismiss her as a lost cause. But this was Amara Denz. None of the usual rules applied to her.He recalled her resume clearly: intelligent, well organized, and very loyal to her previous company. Loyalty was the one quality Leo valued above all others. If her answers were ambiguous, her record spoke volumes. "I have to intervene," he said to himself.In the interview room, Amara's voice shook as she stumbled over her answers. The panel e

Amara Denz arrived at Baze a few minutes shy of eight and rode up in the elevator alone, thank God. The moment she stepped off on the reception floor, she darted into the bathroom to take a quick glance at herself in the mirror. She wore a black shift dress and black jacket with nude, practical shoes—a conservative outfit, one she felt good and professional in. Her hair was blown out in loose blonde waves, and her makeup was understated—just enough to cover her sleepless night and add a little gloss to her lips. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath. She looked the part, and she knew it.Stepping out of the bathroom, she had no idea where she was supposed to head next. She didn't know if she'd even get an office, let alone where it might be. She floundered for a moment, then reminded herself to pretend today was the first day at any other job. Nodding to herself, she walked up to the reception desk where a beautiful redhead was clacking away.“Hi,” Amara said as

AmaraShe was shaking when she arrived at her office. Every part of her screamed at her to turn around and leave, to leave this building and never come back. But she couldn't. She needed this job. Needed the safety of knowing that she wasn't going to be living on the streets. What she wouldn't give to be able to catch her breath, gather herself. But she didn't even get that. Not with all the blasted glass. Anyone passing by her office would see her shattering.She hated this setup already.She closed the door quietly, despite not having needed to. Take a breath, she let her gaze traverse the office. Smaller than Leo's but as contemporary. Stainless steel desk, leathered office chair, two guest chairs before her own, and small seating area consisting of an armchair and coffee table. Not awful. Had there not been the glass walls, she might almost have enjoyed it.As she was approaching her desk, a head poked out from beneath it, and she let out a startled gasp.The head laughed—a warm,