Sin is like a drug. Once you get a taste, it’s never enough.
Three days after that hellish night in the kitchen, the atmosphere between Raphael and me shifted completely. At the office, we still acted professional—he was the fierce boss, I was the admin staff getting scolded. But behind closed doors, there was a lethal static in the air.
Every time his hand accidentally brushed mine while handing over a document, my blood sizzled. Every time his eyes locked onto mine from behind his sunglasses out in the field, there was something in his gaze that sent shivers down my spine—hot and cold all at once.
We wanted to do it again. We needed to do it again. But Batam is a small town, and this employee housing complex was like a village where the walls had ears. Hotels were too risky; Raphael w
