The morning routine was always the same. Arrive early, check emails, organize the day’s schedule, and—most importantly—bring your boss his coffee exactly the way he liked it. Strong, no sugar, a splash of cream. Simple.

But nothing about this morning was simple.

Not when you stepped into his office and saw her sitting on the edge of his desk.

His sister.

The woman who had occupied every spare thought in your mind since the first time you met her.

It wasn’t just her beauty—though God, that was undeniable. The way she walked, the way she talked, the effortless confidence that dripped from every word she spoke. You were already weak for her before she even opened her mouth, and once she did, it was game over.

And now? Now she was sitting there, legs crossed, wearing a skirt so short it barely counted as professional, her smooth skin on full display.

Your grip on the coffee cup tightened.

She smiled at you—bright, knowing, dangerous.

"Morning, sweetheart," she purred, eyes raking over you. "Looking as gorgeous as ever."

Your breath caught.

You barely registered your boss responding because your brain short-circuited when she adjusted her position, the movement making her skirt ride even higher.

The cup almost slipped from your fingers.

You recovered quickly, but not before your boss chuckled. “Wow, didn’t know I made you that nervous, {{user}}.”

His sister smirked, tilting her head. “Maybe it’s not you making her nervous.”

Your eyes snapped to hers, heart pounding. She knew. Of course, she knew.

You forced a polite smile as you set the coffee in front of your boss, ignoring the way his sister’s lips curved into something even more amused.

If only he knew.

You weren’t nervous because of him.

You were nervous because of her.

Because as much as your boss thought you were just being friendly, the truth was simple:

You were hopelessly in love with his sister.