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Chapter 37: Feverish
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Accidental Night with the Boss Chapter 38: Michelin-starred Chicken
The steady beep of the monitor was the only sound in the private ward.Vincent’s eyes cracked open slowly, vision blurred, his body sluggish as though every muscle weighed twice what it should. A dull ache thrummed in his skull, a fever pressing heat against his temples.For a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was—until the sterile white walls, the drip hooked to his arm, and the faint antiseptic tang gave him the answer.A hospital.His gaze shifted—and caught the slumped figure in the chair beside the bed.A hoodie. Baggy jeans. Head tilted forward, chin dipping, jerking back up only to fall again. Like a chicken pecking rice.His brow furrowed. Who was—?Her hood slipped slightly as her head lolled to the side. A patch of pale skin caught the light, a soft line of her cheek, lashes pressed to flushed skin.Isabella Rossi.His exasperating secretary.For a second, he just stared.She looked just a small, plain, almost fragile girl, curled up like she belonged more on a park bench than
Accidental Night with the Boss Chapter 37: Feverish
Isabella woke to pain.Her head throbbed like someone had forced a drumkit inside her skull. Every beat pulsed behind her eyes, sharp and merciless. The sunlight leaking through the sheer curtains felt like a medieval torture device, stabbing straight through her eyelids. She groaned and rolled over, dragging the sheets with her, wishing she could cocoon herself back into unconsciousness.“Never again,” she croaked. Her throat was dry as dust. “Never drinking again. Six glasses. What the hell was I thinking?”Her lips pressed together. No—what the hell was he thinking? Vincent Sinclair, stone-faced and sober, just sitting there while she made a spectacle of herself. He could’ve stopped her. He should’ve stopped her.It hurt trying to be dependable secretary.She rolled over, reaching for another pillow to cuddle herself back into unconsciousness when instead of feathers, her hand landed on something. Firm and hot. Very hot.Isabella blinked, cracked one eye open.Not a pillow.Vince
Accidental Night with the Boss Chapter 36: A Kiss
Vincent’s brow arched, his mouth twitching in disbelief. “Are you seducing me right now, secretary Rossi?”The words came with a short laugh, low and unexpected—even to him.Isabella blinked, then let out a hiccupping laugh of her own. “Ha! Me? Seducing you? Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Sinclair. I'm—I’m just saying… you smell better than Greg. Regional Director Greg always smelled like boiled cabbage. Did you know that?”Her laughter wobbled into a sob mid-breath. She tugged harder on his tie, pulling him closer.“Ugh, why am I telling you this?” she groaned, her eyes glossy.“I don’t even like you! You—” she jabbed a finger at his chest, missing twice before landing on the solid muscle there, “—you lectured me thirty times in seventy-two hours. Thirty! When I worked under Greg, the general manager said I was brilliant. Genius assistant material! And then you…” Her voice cracked. “You just sit there with your stupid jaw and your stupid designer suits, looking at me like I’m—like I’m
Accidental Night with the Boss Chapter 35: Drunk Rossi
The ride back to the hotel was the most trouble Vincent had encountered in a long while. A true test of his restraint.He'd thought the night was off to a satisfying end but his secretary had other plans.Isabella slumped in the backseat, head tipped back, humming some off-key tune only she could recognize. Her cheeks glowed a stubborn pink, strands of hair slipping free from their pins. The blue gown she wore was wrinkled at the hip where she’d been tugging at it.Vincent sat beside her, every inch the composed chairman. Only the tight line of his jaw betrayed him.The driver, to his credit stayed professional to the bone, keeping his eyes on the road. But Vincent didn’t miss the faint twitch at the man’s mouth as Isabella giggled.Actually giggled.“Why’re you so uptight, Mr. Sinclair?” she slurred. “Does your tie cut off blood flow to your brain?”Then she lurched forward suddenly, bringing her face close, eyes wide and conspiratorial. “Did you know your tie matches my dress? Peop
Accidental Night with the Boss Chapter 34: Am I catching feelings?
The waiter led them down a narrow hallway lined with velvet curtains, the kind of place where the wallpaper alone probably had its own trust fund.It looked that expensive.Isabella tried not to trip in her heels. She really needed to master walking in them—her boss certainly seemed to like them—but how was she supposed to focus on her balance when Vincent’s broad shoulders filled her vision?Now she'd seen his bare torso twice. The first time was still a blurry mess in her head. The second time? She'd been sober. And it was glorious.She’d despised his shamelessness earlier and sworn off looking at him altogether on thecride here.But now? She noticed his tie.Blue. Exactly the same shade as her dress.Coincidence? Probably. Still, a traitorous voice in her head whispered 'couple aesthetic' and she wanted to kick herself. It must have something to do with the air in France.The waiter opened a set of carved double doors, and inside was a long mahogany table gleaming under crystal l
Accidental Night with the Boss Chapter 33: Hotel room Cliché
The plane touched down in Paris just after dark.By the time Isabella stepped off the jet bridge, her legs were stiff, her stomach hollow.She hadn’t eaten more than a strip of bacon back home. She’d figured she’d manage with airplane food, but when Vincent hadn’t touched a single tray, she hadn’t dared either. Eating while he sat across from her, glowering at the silverware like it had personally offended him? No, thanks.Appetite killed instantly.Now, she was starving.Her stomach growled in open rebellion as the biting Paris wind slapped her the moment they stepped out of the terminal. The country's late autumn was merciless—wet, raw, and unforgiving. Her fitted blazer and pencil skirt, chic as they were, were no match for the damp chill clawing at her skin. She was grateful for the scarf Daniel had shoved unto her earlier. She tugged her coat tighter, fingers stiff.Next to her, Vincent looked… paler than usual. His jaw was set tighter, his eyes shadowed. A faint line carved de
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