The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

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Everett was sick? In the photo, Everett lay on a hospital cot, eyes closed, and his face a tad pale.

It was clear as day that Kevin had snapped and sent it on the sly.

Predictably, a few more messages followed.

[Ms. Sanchez, I snagged this shot of Mr. Lopez secretly. He doesn't know, so let's keep it on the down-low, okay?] [He'd be ticked off.] [Mr. Lopez has been under the weather for days now, really out of sorts. Could you play dumb but drop him a line to check in on him?] Dorothy's fingers hesitated over her keyboard before typing back: [If I pretend I don't know he's sick, then suddenly start fussing over him, he'll smell a rat.] Everett was too sharp; such simple tricks wouldn't fool him.

fell asleep not long ago after pulling yet another all- nighter. Nobody can handle that kind of

off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself

fingertip gently traced his cheek on the screen, over his furrowed brow, and lingered on

Everett's thick lashes were clear, his features sharp, and his usually

Dorothy often felt their years

sun have fallen into her lap? It felt

Industry and Commerce wasn't going smoothly. The staff there were stalling with all sorts of excuses, reluctant to provide the detailed information she

much persistence, she got a peek, but with strict conditions—no

the two-hour mark approached, Dorothy had to let

out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out of the Bureau and hailed a cab. As soon as she settled in,

times before he

notification popped up