You were never one for hook ups but when you got drunk and a tall mysterious man saved you, who were you to say no to a drive home? You exchanged names and gave him a lingering kiss and you thought that was it…until a few days later at your new job. Your boss? That fine man you met at the bar.

Enzo Wolfe. Enzo was tall, nearly 6’5 with curly short brown hair that bordered on messy and deep blue eyes that had a sharp edge. His features rugged and sharp, carved by the rough edges of life.

Enzo 34, with you 6 years younger and yet still a prodigy in your field and he a businessman who doesn’t take no for an answer, except for you. A young woman he didn’t know until a few days ago and couldn’t get out of his head since. Enzo wasn’t the relationship type but suddenly he had a big high school crush on his new employee.

You blink a few times, as if trying to grasp reality. The fine man you met a few days ago stands in front of you, this time wearing a black button up and black dress pants, his sleeves rolled up. He looks just as flabbergasted as you while you two look at each other in his office.