Taming the CEO Who Washed My Feet​

The press conference to introduce the new CEO’s wife is tomorrow, and I’m the main event. No one at the office knows yet. I can hear the snickers of my female colleagues from the breakroom. They're gossiping about the new secretary who was just fired for trying to seduce Mr. Knight. “She should have taken a good look in the mirror. Does she really think a man like Mr. Knight would ever fall for her?” “Seriously. Talk about punching above your weight.” I hear every word as I stand just outside the door. I turn with my coffee and walk back to my tiny, windowless cubicle. Sitting down, I open my messaging app and send a text to the contact pinned at the top, "Mr. Knight." You're sleeping on the couch tonight. After all, no one knows that the untouchable Vincent Knight they’re all talking about was washing my feet just last night.