I should’ve known better than to take this job.
Not because the pay was bad—it wasn’t. And not because the work was hard—I could handle that.
But because from the moment I met Dominic Hale, I forgot how to breathe.
And that’s dangerous. Especially when the man who leaves you breathless is your boss. And married.
The glass walls of Hale Industries reflected the sunset, turning the building into a tower of gold. I walked through the lobby with hurried steps, heels clicking on marble, heart pounding like I’d swallowed it whole. My hands clenched the folder he needed—urgent documents he requested I bring up myself.
“Top floor,” the receptionist said, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and pity. “He’s working late again.”
That made two of us.
The elevator ride was quiet except for the hum
