*At Night He was rugged and untamed. That steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. With a coy smile, she stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, wrapping them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms。 No staying overnight. No emotional attachments. Strictly physical sex partners. Once out of bed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, as cold as ice. *During the Day He was the heir to a vast business empire, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace hurried to call to an end of whatever was developing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room wall, with no way out. With a locked arm around her waist, he seized her delicate hand and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It’s far too late for that.”