Tangled Temptataion: A one night stand with my boss

, shadows blending into gold under dim chandeliers. Ava Monroe was no longer thinking about boardrooms, pitch decks, or Simo

ded neatly behind him. The soft fabric of his white shirt stretch

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or at least two

ting executive. Ver

at should've bothered her. But instead, it thrilled her-this unspoken agreeme

ut I'm guessing your job involves expensive suits, bigger problems

aid. "I'm in.

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ade her insides hum. "Mos

She didn't remember when she reached for his hand, only that his thumb

y above the hum of the room.

lls-this was impulsive, reckless, and completely unlike her. But after everything th

breathed.

*

nt was a blur of silenc

uckle. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed her like a man starved of warmth. And as soon as they stumbled into her apartment, she didn't bother tur

t in her career or her relationships. Bu

and soft moans. He took his time like he was learning her body as a lang

t was over, they lay tangled in sheets, her head on his chest, and their bodies still hummin

fast, and when she woke th

t a faint scent on her pillow and the low

pale gold across her sheets. while the other side o

red at the city and the indifferent skyline lights and taxis below. Though

like something had

t stung unexpectedly as she didn't know if she'd ever see

not from the alcohol, but from the mental hangover of everything that had unraveled the night before. Her career, her pri

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window. She didn't have time to unravel the mystery men or mourn stolen campaigns,

ng churned, as if her story