Isla POV

The office hummed with its usual morning chaos-phones ringing, keyboards clacking, voices overlapping in a familiar rhythm I had grown used to. I sat at my desk, dazed with warmth, happiness, and a quiet satisfaction I couldn't quite shake.

My head kept replaying last night. I didn't even know sex could feel this good-not like that. Not with Ronan. Last night had been different.

I hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

I snapped out of my thoughts, shaking my head. I had to remember he was my boss. If anyone found out, I'd be fired. Humiliated. Blacklisted. And I still desperately needed this job-it was my escape...