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Romance? Mystery admirers? No time for that. Not when her life was already stretched to the breaking point. Between work, school, her internship, and Jamie… Maya looked down at the card in her hand again. Clean masculine handwriting. No name. She didn’t like it. But more than that-she didn’t like that he had seen it….

Trina stood, walking to the edge of her desk and resting one palm on it. Her tone turned clinical, but her gaze was cutting. “Word of advice? Office romance is not tolerated. So if I were you, I’d tell your boyfriend to keep the flowers private next time.” Maya’s head snapped up. “What? I-I don’t…

The bouquet had been delivered via Lilium & Lace, a high-end floral boutique. The sender: Paul Sanders. One of the PR generalists who worked just three rows down from Maya Thompson. James raised a brow slightly as he reviewed Paul’s profile. Clean record. Employed for four years. Well-liked. No major red flags. Just… a man…

Instead, he made her cry. Back in the Executive Office Damien was standing by the window when James returned. “The file’s signed,” James reported, placing it on the desk. “Trina has it.” Damien gave a terse nod. James paused at the door. “Oh,” he said casually, though the weight behind his words was anything but….

At the bottom of the screen, a system flag showed: Unauthorized rooftop access – 12:27 PM Exit time- 12:49 PM He should’ve closed the window. He didn’t. Instead, he stared at her photo. Big, soft eyes. Not naive, but unguarded. Curious. Honest. Innocent. Too innocent. Damien muttered a curse under his breath and reached for…

Maya Thompson. That soft mouth she bit when nervous. The wide, innocent eyes that shimmered even when she tried to stay strong. The quiet defiance in her when she stood tall, even as the world chipped away at her. That woman haunted him. Even now. Even here. Even while he was fucking someone else. And…

It was violent. Hot. Raw. He came hard, groaning her name against the tile. His forehead hit the wall. He slammed his palm against the wall, cursing under his breath as release overtook him. Fuck. He was losing control. He hated it. The water kept pouring. But it couldn’t wash her away. No matter how…

“Are you the daughter?” someone asked. She nodded. “Can you identify the bodies?” Her knees buckled. She was screaming and no one heard her. Crying and no one answered. And then Jamie, so small, so fragile, looked up at her and asked: “Are they gone?” She woke with a gasp. Her chest heaved as her…

Her again. Maya, invading the silence. The shape of her mouth. The way she avoided his gaze, like she knew she shouldn’t draw his attention. The way she did anyway. And his body betrayed him, too. He did it again. And again. Three times in one goddamn night. Like some depraved, hormone-fueled teenager. By 4:30…

James tilted his head. “Where are you two headed?” Maya hesitated. “Uh, hospital.” “Then perfect timing,” James said. “This route’s notoriously late on weekends. We’ll drop you off.” Maya’s lips parted. “Ah, no need, sir. We’ll be fine. Really.” But Jamie glanced at her and frowned. “May… it’s hot. And we might be late. Let’s…