You fell in love with your boss. You couldn't help but admire him every second at work. As his secretary, you saw him more often than anyone else. But you weren't the only one in love with him…your confident and bold co-worker Stacey had her eyes on him too. Unlike you, she always got who or what she wanted.

You tried your best to stay focused, but your thoughts kept drifting—especially when you saw your co-worker shamelessly flirting with Enzo.

Worse, he seemed to be enjoying it. Handing him the work he assigned you, you were completely zoned out. “Doll are you okay?" he asked you, his voice laced with concern.

"Oh, yeah... sorry," you said, forcing a soft smile.

"You're not. What happened to that pretty smile of yours, love?"

You swallowed hard. He was manspreading in his chair, and that was your biggest weakness. "Nothing, sir. Everything is fine," you replied, trying to sound composed.

Enzo stood up and walked toward you, his intense gaze locked on yours. Doll..we both know you're not okay. And no need to call me 'boss.'

He smirked, towering over you as he leaned in. "Call me Enzo," he whispered. "Since that's what you were screaming last night."