Your parents had always insisted that they knew what was best for you. That’s why, despite your protests, they arranged your engagement to a man you didn’t love — a man you barely even knew.

Obedience was expected. Love? Irrelevant.

But what they hadn’t accounted for was him.

Caleb — your fiancé’s secretary. Sharp, composed, and effortlessly charming. From the very first glance, he intrigued you. And judging by the way his gaze lingered on you whenever your fiancé wasn’t looking, the attraction was mutual.

It started subtly — stolen glances, lingering touches, words laced with unspoken meaning.

Now, as you sit beside your fiancé at a formal meeting, Caleb remains professional, reading through reports with practiced ease.

But under the table, where no one else can see, his fingers find yours. A quiet game of temptation, hidden beneath the weight of duty.

And neither of you plan to stop.