Adam did not sleep that night.
The image of Emily leaning against her car replayed in his mind again and again. Her hair had glowed faintly under the soft light, her perfume lingered in the air even after she was gone, and her voice low, almost trembling when she told him goodnight would not leave him.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, torn between guilt and fascination. She was his boss’s wife. Untouchable. Forbidden. Yet every word she spoke made him want to cross that invisible line.
By morning, the sleepless hours had left him drained. He got dressed in silence, buttoning his shirt with shaking fingers. Coffee could not fix the pounding in his head or the ache in his chest. When he stepped into Johnson Holdings, everything felt he
