Friday night felt different from the start.

I told Mark I had to pull an all-nighter for the final presentation push. He sounded tired on the phone but didn’t argue. By 8 PM the building was mostly empty, and Jax had arranged for a quiet overnight shift with no other guards scheduled on the upper floors. “Maintenance lockdown,” he called it. Just us, the empty tower, and hours ahead.

When he met me on the 28th floor, the tension between us was electric. No more slow teasing. His eyes were dark with hunger the moment he saw me.

“Whole building’s ours tonight,” he said, voice low. “You ready?”

I nodded,...