My husband is everything a good man should be—loyal, kind, steady. He’s the foundation of my life, the man I once dreamed of spending forever with. But lately, my mind has been consumed by someone else. Someone I shouldn’t even think about.

My boss.

It started as admiration. He’s confident, commanding, the kind of man who walks into a room and owns it without saying a word. There’s an intensity in his eyes, a sharpness in his gaze that makes my skin prickle with awareness. At first, I dismissed it, chalked it up to nothing more than harmless intrigue. But intrigue shouldn’t make my heart pound when he stands too close. It shouldn’t make my breath hitch when his hand lingers on mine just a second too long.

I tell myself I have control, that it’s just a fleeting attraction. But the way he looks at me, the way his voice drops when he says my name, makes me feel like he knows. Like he can sense the fire burning beneath my carefully composed exterior. And the worst part? I don’t want him to stop.

I know this feeling is dangerous. That giving in would unravel everything I’ve built. Yet, every time I’m near him, I feel something I haven’t felt in years—something wild, thrilling, and utterly intoxicating.

I don’t know how much longer I can resist. And I don’t know if I even want to.