Todos los capítulos de When Did You Get Hot : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I did what he asked. I arrived at his office at exactly eight in the morning. The building stood tall in the center of the city, all glass and steel, reflecting the early sunlight like it was carved from something untouchable. The moment I stepped inside, I felt like a pebble thrown into a place built for giants. The lobby alone could swallow my entire apartment. Marble floors. Crystal lighting. A scent of polished wood and something expensive lingering in the air. Men in tailored suits walked with purpose. Women in sharp heels moved like they had somewhere important to be. I could hear keyboards clicking in synchronized rhythm. Phones ringing softly. Heels tapping against tile. Everything felt expensive. Everything felt heavy. And I felt small. I expected someone from human resources to approach me. Maybe a polite assistant to guide me through the orientation process. Instead, the elevator doors at the center of the lobby slid open. And he stepped out. Lucien Moreau. He d

That moment I stepped back into the office, the familiar quietness of the floor wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. Yet the thought about how normal his wife sounded like still lingers in my head. Everything looked the same—perfectly arranged desks, polished marble floors, the distant clicking of keyboards—but something inside me had shifted. My thoughts were still trapped inside Lucien’s mansion. Inside that room. Inside that conversation with his wife. I felt unseen. Maybe I should have slammed the door harder to make him notice I'm still there standing. He is still sitting behind his desk, flipping through a set of documents as if nothing in the world could possibly disturb him. His posture was relaxed, one hand resting lazily against the arm of his chair. But his eyes lifted the moment I stepped inside. His Sharp. Observant. He looks at me like he's always calculating everything I say or do. “Did she say anything?” Lucien asked calmly. The next question

The soft hum of the engine filled the silence inside the car as Lucien drove through the quiet city streets.U was sitting beside him in the passenger seat, my hands neatly folded on my lap. The red dress I wore shimmered faintly whenever the passing streetlights slipped through the window.For several minutes, neither of us spoke.The tension inside the car felt strangely thick.I glanced at Lucien from the corner of my eye.His focus was on the road, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, his posture relaxed yet composed. The dim light highlighted the sharp lines of his jaw and the quiet confidence in his expression.I quickly looked away.Why am I suddenly nervous? I thought.We had been alone together many times before.Yet tonight felt different.Lucien suddenly spoke.“You’re quieter than usual.”His voice was calm, but there was amusement hidden in it.I cleared my throat slightly.“I was just thinking.”“Oh?” Lucien’s lips curved faintly. “That’s dangerous.”I frowne

I woke up slowly, wrapped in a warmth that felt unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, touching my skin gently as if the day itself had decided to be kind to me. Then I felt it. Strong arms wrapped around my waist. Lucien. His chest pressed against my back, his breathing calm and steady behind me as he slept. His arm rested possessively around my body as if it belonged there. Unlike any other morning, this one felt peaceful. Too peaceful. I almost forgot where I was. Then reality struck. My eyes shot open. Lucien’s house. My heart jumped into my throat as panic rushed through me. I quickly remembered everything that happened last night—the rain, the confession, the kisses… and everything that followed. I turned my head slightly, staring at Lucien’s sleeping face behind me. His expression looked softer than usual, the sharp, calculating businessman completely gone while he slept. But t

I didn’t realize when I fell asleep.The soft hum of the air conditioning, the quiet stillness of the office, and the exhaustion from everything that had happened earlier must have pulled me under without warning.The last thing I remembered was sitting at his desk.Waiting.Thinking.Overthinking.Then—Warmth.Soft.Unexpected.My eyes fluttered open slowly.Lucien.His lips had just brushed against mine.A kiss.Gentle enough to wake me, but deliberate enough to make my heart race.I blinked, still half-asleep, trying to gather my thoughts.“Lucien…?”He was standing close.Too close.His presence immediately filled the space around me.I glanced at the clock on the wall.6:03 PM.My eyes widened slightly.“I fell asleep…”“You did,” he said quietly.There was something different in his voice.Lower.Heavier.I pushed myself up from the chair, but I didn’t get far.Because I noticed him.The way he loosened his tie slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.Intent.Focused.Hungry.My br