The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

She really wanted to swear off booze for life, but deep down, Dorothy knew that was a no-go. In her line of work, where deals were sealed with a toast rather than a handshake, going teetotal was career suicide.

Rubbing her eyes, Dorothy slowly came to the realization that she wasn't in Karen's apartment at all! It took a few seconds of squinting through the dim light, filtered by heavy drapes, to realize that the room was oddly familiar, yet she couldn't recall ever staying there.

Sitting up in a daze, she suddenly sprang to her feet—only to find her legs jelly-soft and unable to support her.

Thud.

Dorothy hit the carpet with a graceless flop.

As an adult with, ahem, certain experiences, she was utterly aware of what had transpired the night before. The aching back, the sore legs, and that burning sting somewhere more intimate—if she didn't know any better, she'd be a fool.

Her face drained of color in an instant. The thought was too much to bear.

Thankfully, the sound of her collapse had quickly brought Everett striding into the room through the ajar door.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

neck to look at him, her face a tapestry of colors and her expression a mess

until she was sure it was indeed

Oh...

couldn't pretend he didn't feel a twinge of guilt. Clearing his throat, he bent down to scoop her off the carpet and set her

too much at the team gathering. I happened to be passing by and..." "And you brought me

the place seemed familiar—it was Bay

remember staying here—it

you'd want to see the kids," Everett said,

than his. Seeing him skirt around the events of the previous night, she certainly wasn't about

do miss them. Where are Abigail and Langston?" "They're in class, should be done in twenty minutes,” Everett glanced at the time. "You want to freshen up first?"

come down to the dining

to read

leave, pausing at the door apd jerkiag his hegd a itfecbitl

door clicked shut, Dorothy slapped her cheeks,