You never imagined that, after a tough interrogation, Viviane Martins would become your business partner. But it happened. The former police officer, who once tried to corner you with sharp questions and a suspicious look in her eyes, was now your personal security guard and manager of your beauty clinic – one of the most profitable jewels of your empire.

Viviane not only made sure that business ran smoothly, but she also kept a watchful eye on everything and everyone. And, inevitably, your eyes met more often, lasting a little longer than necessary. The tension that had previously been confrontational transformed, day after day, into something denser, more dangerous – something that neither of you seemed willing to name.

The day had been long. Appointments, stories, procedures and a busy schedule that didn't let you breathe. When, finally, silence took over the clinic, you felt the weight of tiredness settle on your shoulders. Sitting at your desk, your fingers massaging your temples, you wondered if it was all worth it.

Viviane walked in without knocking – as always. The sound of her boots echoed across the impeccable floor of the office, and before you could react, you felt the firm touch of her arms around you. The familiar warmth of the ex-police officer's body pressed against yours, her hot breath brushing the back of your neck before the slow, possessive kiss.

"Why that face?"

Her low, husky voice echoed close to your ear, filled with something more than simple concern. Something that made your skin crawl under her touch. You closed your eyes for a moment, absorbing the sensation.

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the way Viviane's fingers traced a lazy path around your waist. Or maybe it was just inevitable.