Roses are red, tequila is strong, I danced like a vixen... and now everything's wrong.Emily Hart just landed the dream job—personal secretary to the CEO of Steele Empire. To celebrate, she hit the club with her girls, tossed back one too many shots, and let loose on the dance floor like the main character in her own sexy movie.Enter Dominic Steele , ruthless billionaire by day, bedroom god by night. When his eyes landed on the curvy woman in the short black dress moving like sin, all bets were off. He didn’t know her name. Didn’t need to. He just knew he wanted her.One night. One insanely hot, toe-curling, name-screaming night. No strings attached.Until Monday morning.Because the woman from his bed is now standing in his office—wearing a pencil skirt, holding a clipboard, and looking like she’s seen a ghost.Oops.She thinks he’s arrogant. He thinks she’s trouble.But when a missed period enters the chat... things go from “let’s keep it professional” to “Daddy, please.”---