I went to the bar to blow off steam.He went to escape his world.Neither of us expected that moment.One too many drinks and I did the unthinkable.I kissed a stranger.Not just a kiss. A desperate, heated, reckless mess of lips and need.Right there in the corner of the bar, I kissed him like he belonged to me.And for a second… it felt like he did.No names. No promises. No consequences.When I walked into my new job the next morning,and saw him behind the desk.Matteo Russo.Billionaire. CEO. Cold-hearted devil in a tailored suit.And now? My boss.He remembers every detail.So do I.How long can I survive working under the man whose touch still burns on my lips?