The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

Fitness Fun in the Park

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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.

his voice that he's not well!] [Call him in about two hours; he should be awake by then. Mr. Lopez just fell asleep not long ago after pulling yet another all- nighter. Nobody can

my bit.] After signing off with Kevin, Dorothy found herself inexplicably

screen, over his furrowed brow, and lingered on his closed

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

So outstanding that Dorothy

a blazing sun have fallen into her lap?

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

a peek, but with strict conditions—no photocopies, no taking

approached, Dorothy had to

hassle you any longer. I'm heading out.” Grabbing her bag, Dorothy hurried out of the Bureau and

few times before he

a WhatsApp notification popped up on Dorothy’s