I stood before the mirror, my fingers brushing the smooth fabric of my dress as I wrestled with the storm brewing inside me. My cheeks warmed, betraying the memory of Zachary’s touch. The heat, the certainty, and the way it awakened something in me I hadn’t known was there. The moment replayed over and over in my mind. Intense. Reckless. Consuming. Zachary wasn’t just any man. He was my boss. And being around him felt like walking a tightrope over flames that threatened to engulf me.
A sharp knock at the door jolted me from my spiraling thoughts. Turning toward the sound, my breath caught as Zachary appeared in the doorway. His gaze was steady, tinged with dangerous confidence, and a mischievous spark danced in his eyes.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting, laced with an uns
