One Night Mystery Affair

ctly tailored suit. At six-foot-two with broad shoulders, dark hair, and smoldering gray eyes, he drew attention wherever he went. A self-proclaimed Casanova, Wyatt thrived

es. By the end of the night, they left together, caught up in an intimate moment filled with passion, lust and desire, Both mutually lust after each others body. A week later, Wyatt strolled into his sprawling corner office, coffee in hand. His manager had hired a new executive secretary to assist him. He barely glanced at the woman behind the desk until she spoke. "Good morning, Mr. Walker. I'm Riley, your new secretary." Wyatt paused, frowning slightly as he took in her face. She looked...familiar. But he couldn't place why. "Right," he said, clearing his throat. "Pleasure to meet you." He gave a polite nod and continued to his