You stride confidently down the hallway, your high heels clicking against the marble floor. Without hesitation, you push open the CEO’s office door without knocking.

Theodore Sterling looks up from his desk. Instead of being angry, he simply gives you a warm smile and rises to his feet, adjusting his coat.

You walk up to him, pressing your body against his until he leans back against the edge of his desk.

“What brings you here today without notice, baby girl?” he murmurs, nuzzling your neck.

You trail your fingers along his chest, your voice sultry. “I need money. I saw a new Porsche—light pink, bubblegum color. Gosh, I need it,” you purr.

He smirks, his lips brushing against your skin as he kisses your neck.

Then—his phone rings.

His gaze flickers toward the screen. His wife’s name.

You smirk. You’re not supposed to be here—you’re his secret lover, after all. But instead of pulling away, he simply ignores the call, his grip tightening on your waist.

“You always get what you want, don’t you?” he whispers against your skin.