LOGINThe next morning, Izzy walked into the office feeling as if she hadn’t slept at all.
She had replayed last night’s scene over and over... the way Dominic looked at her, the weight in his voice when he said I remember everything. It had been the kind of moment that lived somewhere between danger and desire. Now, she had to pretend it never happened. Her steps echoed in the hallway as she reached her desk. The first thing she noticed was that Dominic’s door was already open. He was inside, phone to his ear, voice low and even. When he saw her through the glass, he gave a small nod... nothing more. No hint of what had happened the night before. Professional. Controlled. Cold. Izzy straightened her back and focused on her computer. The morning passed slowly. Dominic barely spoke to her, giving short instructions and brisk responses. Once, when she brought in a report, their fingers almost touched.… almost.… but he pulled his hand back before they did. The message was clear. Boundaries. At lunch, Maya called. Maya: You sound stressed. Don’t tell me your boss is a nightmare already. Izzy: He’s not a nightmare. Just… complicated. Maya: Complicated as in you like him? Izzy: Maya… Maya: Oh my God, you do. Izzy sighed, lowering her voice. “It’s not like that. He’s my boss. And…” she hesitated, glancing at Dominic’s office, “we might’ve met before.” Maya: Met? Or met-met? Izzy: The second one. Maya: Oh, Izzy. That’s not complicated. That’s a movie waiting to happen. Izzy groaned. “It’s a disaster waiting to happen.” She ended the call with a weak laugh, but her chest felt heavy. When she returned to her desk, Dominic called her name. “Miss Hart, can you step into my office?” She froze for half a second, then walked in, keeping her expression calm. “I’ve reviewed your proposal revisions,” he said. “You’ve got a good instinct for tone. I’ve moved you onto the Harper account. It’s a senior-level project, so consider this a test.” Her eyes widened. “Already?” He leaned back in his chair. “You earned it. Unless you think you’re not ready.” “No,” she said quickly. “I’m ready.” “Good.” Their eyes met. Neither spoke for several seconds. Something in his gaze shifted...softer for just a heartbeat before it hardened again. “About last night,” he said. Izzy’s breath caught. “You were right,” he continued, tone steady. “You’re my employee now. And for that we need boundaries. I'll keep that in mind.” “I understand,” she said quietly. He nodded once. “Good. Close the door on your way out.” She turned, hand trembling slightly on the handle. His voice was even, but she could feel the tension he was fighting just as much as she was. The rest of the day dragged. Dominic kept his distance, and Izzy buried herself in work. Still, whenever she looked up, she caught him watching her... quick, unreadable glances that made her pulse jump every time. By evening, most of the staff had left again. Izzy stayed, lost in her laptop screen. She didn’t notice Dominic approach until he spoke. “You’re doing it again,” he said quietly. She looked up. “Doing what?” “Working late on your second day.” She smiled faintly. “Habit, I guess.” His eyes softened slightly. “You don’t have to prove yourself every night, Izzy.” She blinked at the sound of her name. He rarely used it. “I’m just trying to keep up,” she said. Dominic nodded. “Good. But remember… trying to prove yourself doesn’t mean pushing yourself to the edge. It means knowing when to stop.” The words hung between them, layered with meaning. Izzy swallowed hard. “Good advice.” He gave a faint smile. “I rarely give it.” Then, just as he was about to leave, he paused and looked back at her. “Go home, Miss Hart,” he said, voice lower now. “Before you give me another reason to forget the rules.” Her heart skipped. He left before she could reply. Izzy sat there, staring at the glass door long after he was gone, her thoughts a storm she couldn’t name. Whatever this was between them… it wasn’t going away. And part of her wasn’t sure she wanted it to. The evening air felt cool against Izzy’s skin as she stepped out of the office. Her head was full... full of work, of tension, of Dominic’s voice echoing in her mind. She texted Maya on impulse. Izzy: Still up for that drink? Maya: Always. Tell me where. Twenty minutes later, they met at a cozy rooftop bar not far from the office. Strings of lights glowed above them, and music hummed softly in the background. Maya waved her over with a grin. “There’s my hardworking girl!” Izzy smiled weakly as she sank into the chair. “More like my overly complicated one.” “Uh-oh.” Maya handed her a glass. “You sound like someone who’s about to confess something juicy.” Izzy groaned, taking a sip. “I don’t even know where to start.” “Start with your boss,” Maya said immediately. “You said he’s complicated. Spill.” Izzy hesitated. “You remember that night at the club? When you ditched me to have a threesome.. I met him there.” . “FYI, I did not ditch you, honey… mama needed to be fed.. Maya said, “Don't tell me the guy from the blurry picture? ”Maya gasped, eyes wide Izzy nodded slowly. “It’s him. Dominic Steele. My new boss.” Maya nearly choked on her drink. “You've fucked your boss before your first day? Izzy!” “It wasn’t like that,” Izzy protested. “I didn’t know! I didn’t even know his name. It just… happened.” Maya leaned in, voice lowering. “How was it… was it good.. Was it wild?” Izzy let out a breath her face flushed. “It was… crazy.. But he pretended... Or rather, we both pretended not to know each other at first. Now we just brush it off.” Her best friend studied her carefully. “Are you okay with that?” Izzy looked down at her glass, watching the ice melt. “I don’t know. He’s different. He’s intense, controlled, and smart. When he talks, it’s like he’s always testing me. And sometimes, it feels like…” “Like what?” “Like he’s daring me to lose myself,” Izzy said softly. Maya’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Sounds like someone’s caught feelings.” Izzy rolled her eyes. “Don’t. It’s not like that.” “Oh, please.” Maya leaned back. “You’re glowing and miserable at the same time. Classic sign of attraction.” Izzy laughed despite herself. “He’s my boss, Maya. It’s impossible.” “Impossible doesn’t mean it won’t happen.” Izzy shook her head. “You’re no help.” Maya raised her glass. “I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to encourage bad decisions.” They both laughed, the sound easing some of the heaviness Izzy had carried all day. For the first time in hours, she felt lighter. Still, when she got home later that night and lay in bed, the laughter faded into quiet thoughts. She could still hear Dominic’s voice. Before you give me another reason to forget the rules. Izzy stared at the ceiling. She wasn’t sure which scared her more... the thought of breaking those rules… or how much she wanted to.Izzy couldn’t sleep.She had tossed and turned for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the night outside. Her mind kept circling back to him... the way he’d looked at her before she went to bed, the sound of his voice when he said Stay here.Finally, she gave up. She slipped on her robe and stepped quietly into the hallway. The house was dim, lit only by the soft glow of lights under the counters.That was when she saw him.Dominic stood by the kitchen counter, shirtless, drinking water straight from a glass. The muscles in his back shifted slightly as he turned toward her. The sight made her heart skip.He set the glass down. “Couldn’t sleep?”Izzy shook her head. “No. You?”“Same,” he said, voice low. “My head’s too full.”She walked closer, folding her arms as if to hide her nerves. “You always think about work even at night?”“Not tonight,” he said, his gaze steady on her. “Tonight my thoughts are… different.”Her breath caught. “Different how?”H
After that kiss, the office felt suffocating... It wasn't to breathe anymore. She had missed him too.His touch.His lips.Everything.Dominic had pulled away first, straightening his shirt and running a hand through his hair.“I’ll drive you home,” he said quietly.But when they reached the elevator, his tone changed.“Actually… come with me.”Izzy blinked, unsure what he meant. “With you?”He looked at her. “To my place.”Her heart started to race again. She didn’t know if she should say yes, but the way his voice dropped when he said it, the way his eyes stayed locked on hers, made it impossible to say no. And she had always been curious about his place. He had been to hers, so there was no reason to hesitate.“Okay,” she said softly.The drive was quiet.City lights flickered outside as they left the busy streets behind and headed toward the hills. Music played faintly in the car, some slow instrumental tune that filled the silence without needing words.Izzy stared out the window
Izzy barely slept that night.Even after sending the message... Let’s do this.she’d stared at her phone for a long time,waiting for his reply.But nothing came.By morning, she told herself it didn’t matter. It was just sex and she needed a sex life. For now, she wasn't going to think about anything.She had work to focus on.She got dressed early, choosing a soft cream blouse and a pencil skirt. Nothing too bold, but still neat and put-together. Her makeup was light, just enough to hide how tired she looked.When she arrived at the office, the usual morning chatter filled the air. Her colleague greeted her with a smile, asking about the weekend, about the retreat.Izzy smiled back, pretending everything was normal.But inside, she was restless.She hadn’t seen Dominic.His office door stayed closed most of the morning, and he had mentioned he’d be out for a meeting downtown.Good, she thought. Maybe distance would help her breathe.Still, every time her phone buzzed with a new emai
It was Monday evening.The office was quiet, the kind of quiet that came after a long day when everyone had already gone home.Izzy sat at her desk, closing her laptop slowly. She could feel his eyes on her even though his glass office door was shut.Dominic hadn’t spoken to her much all day... only short, sharp instructions during meetings.She had ignored every one of his weekend calls and messages. She didn’t owe him an explanation. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.But when she heard his voice from behind her, low and steady “Isabella, my office. Now.” her heart gave a nervous jump.She hesitated, then stood and walked in.He was leaning against the edge of his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, eyes unreadable.“Close the door,” he said.She did.For a long moment, he said nothing. The air between them felt heavy... not with anger this time, but something more tense.“Why have you been ignoring me?” he finally asked. His voice wasn’t raised. It was calm.Too calm.
It was a Friday night, and Izzy was getting ready for her dinner with Adrian. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time … soft curls, light makeup, and a simple black dress that hugged her body in all the right places.She told herself it wasn’t a date, just dinner with a friend. But deep down, she knew it was more than that.Adrian had been charming, funny, and respectful since the retreat. He made her laugh and didn’t make her feel small or confused unlike Dominic, who’d been cold all week and then suddenly texted her every night as if nothing had happened.Tonight, she decided she was done with mixed signals.When Adrian arrived, he smiled at her warmly.“You look beautiful, Izzy,” he said as he held the car door open for her.She blushed lightly. “Thank you, Adrian. You’re looking good too.”He laughed softly. “I try.”Meanwhile, across town, Dominic sat in his car staring at the message on his phone …Izzy: “Not available. Out for dinner.”Something about that text made hi
Monday morning came quietly.Izzy woke up earlier than usual, though she hadn’t slept much. The alarm buzzed at six-thirty, and she just lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling.Her mind kept replaying everything that happened at the retreat . the pool, the hallway, the kiss she shouldn’t have allowed. Dominic’s voice whispering things she didn’t want to remember.It was Monday now. A new week. And she had made up her mind.No more thinking about him.No more weakness.From now on, it would be work … only work.She got up, showered, and stood in front of the mirror while brushing her hair. “Professional,” she whispered to her reflection.“Calm. Focused.”Her reflection looked tired, but she gave herself a small nod.She wore a plain beige blouse tucked into black trousers, added light makeup, and tied her hair in a ponytail. She looked neat, responsible … like someone who had her life under control.By eight-thirty, she was in the office. The usual hum of keyboards and phone cal







