His dark addiction.

she is not the " professional" he ordered

Raymond Hunter leaned back in his leather chair, pen in hand, meticulously signing files that seemed to pile up faster than he could process. The hum of the office buzzed around him when his secretary, Ethan, knocked lightly on the door before entering.

"Ethan, what is it?" Raymond asked, not bothering to look up from his work.

"Mr. Hunter, your new secretary is here," Ethan announced, holding the door ajar. "Her name is Siri, and she's waiting in the reception area."

Raymond paused, setting down his pen, curiosity piqued. "Send her in."

As Siri entered, Raymond's mind raced. Images of the previous night flashed before him—darkened corners, whispered secrets, and an unexpected connection. He remembered her as a woman of the night, a professional companion, not a secretary. A sudden wave of confusion washed over him.

"Siri," he said, studying her carefully. "You're here for the job?"

She nodded, a polite smile on her face, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil in Raymond's mind. He couldn't fathom how the woman he'd encountered in such a different setting could now be standing before him in a professional capacity.

Raymond excused himself and dialed the number of the matchmaker who had arranged the rendezvous. As he waited for an answer, a realization struck him like lightning—Siri wasn't the woman he had ordered.

"She's not the one I requested," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of the misunderstanding.

The matchmaker clarified the mix-up, acknowledging the error in his assignment. Siri wasn't the "professional" Raymond had anticipated. The revelation left him both relieved and intrigued.

"She's innocent," Raymond mumbled to himself, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I've made a mistake."

Deciding to give Siri a chance, he hung up the phone and turned to Ethan. "She's hired. I couldn't wait to test her skills again."

Throughout the day, Raymond found himself unable to shake off the memory of their previous encounter. Siri worked diligently, seemingly unaware of the connection between them. He observed her every move, a mixture of guilt and fascination clouding his thoughts.

As the day progressed, Raymond discovered another unexpected detail—Siri was a virgin. The revelation caught him off guard, adding a layer of complexity to the situation. He couldn't understand how she could be so composed, oblivious to the intimacy they had shared.

"I need to be careful," Raymond thought, realizing the delicate balance between his personal and professional life had shifted.

Staring at Siri from across the room, he pondered the mystery of her selective memory, wondering how she could remain so innocent in the midst of their shared secret.