Chapter 4:

Late Night Confession

The promotion to Fred’s personal assistant had intensified everything between us. His lingering stares at my lips during meetings left me flushed and restless, and I found myself replaying them long after leaving the office. Late one Wednesday afternoon, Fred appeared at the door of my small adjacent office, his sleeves rolled up and tie loosened, looking both professional and dangerously handsome.

“Vivian, I need your help with something important,” he said, his hazel eyes holding mine. “There is a major client presentation due by Friday, and I want it perfect. Would you mind staying late tonight? Just the two of us. I will order...