A Goth Double Agent for the Boss

My mother's best friend thinks her husband is cheating. My mother thinks I should be the one to prove it.

So they install me — twenty-four, goth, five hundred job applications deep into a design career that hasn't started yet — as Garrett Hale's executive assistant. The real job, the one that isn't on the offer letter, is surveillance: watch him, catalog his behavior, report back to Claire every week through my mother.

I told him everything on day one.

He hired me anyway.

I rebuilt his calendar, digitized his filing system, and ran his office with a precision that bordered on precognition. Somewhere between the late nights and the way his voice dropped half a register when he was focused, I stopped watching him for Claire and started wanting him for myself.

Claire wanted a spy. She got a double agent.

And you're getting smut.

This story is the opposite POV of My Wife's Goth Spy