Roses are red, tequila hits hard, and I danced like I owned the damn night.
Now? Everything’s a hot mess.
Emily Hart just landed the dream job, personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire. So naturally, she did what any girl with a fat offer letter and a killer dress would do: hit the club, danced like a vixen, and threw back shots until reality blurred and pleasure took the wheel.
That’s when he happened.
Dominic Steele.
Billionaire boss. Ruthless in the boardroom. Untamed in the bedroom.
He saw her, hips swaying, lips smirking, black dress clinging like a second skin, and he didn’t ask for a name. He just took. One night. One filthy, breathless, back-arching night. No promises. No names. Just raw heat and moans that echoed past midnight.
Until Monday morning happened.
Now, the man who made her beg without words is standing behind a glass desk in a tailored suit,
And she’s the new secretary who can’t look him in the eye without remembering how he made her scream.
She thinks he’s cocky as hell.
He thinks she’s the sweetest kind of chaos.
But when a missed period makes an unexpected appearance, it’s no longer just business.
It’s Daddy, please……. with a whole lot of tension, temptation, and trouble in between.
