Orc CEO Zaddy by Milly Taiden

The seven-foot Orc warlord literally exploded my boardroom door, fired my useless CEO, and announced I was now his First Mate of the Ledger.
I should’ve run. Instead I asked about the salary.
He tripled it on the spot.
Red flag, meet green muscle.
Now I’m stuck in a closet-sized war room with a shirtless, tusk-sporting Zaddy who smells like sin and sandalwood, corrects my math in the deepest voice imaginable, and looks at me like I’m the real prize in this hostile takeover. We’ve survived blackout lockdowns, rooftop escapes, and Victor Ashworth’s evil ass—while I try not to combust every time his massive green hands touch me.
He says I’m his valkyrie.
He wants to braid my hair and bind me with ancient orc gold.
And the terrifying part? I’m starting to want it too.
This was supposed to be a promotion.
Not a green-skinned, suit-wearing, desk-destroying forever situation.