Rose’s POV

An hour had barely passed since the new CEO’s tour swept through our floor like a storm, leaving behind a trail of whispered excitement and nervous glances. I was still trying to steady my racing heart, fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the keyboard. Every time I closed my eyes, even for a second, I saw his face — Raphael Montenegro — and felt the ghost of his firm handshake sending sparks straight to my core. The memories from that wild night two weeks ago refused to stay buried. They kept resurfacing in vivid, heated flashes: his mouth claiming mine, his powerful body moving over me, the...