The sun streams through the windows of the high-rise office, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors and sleek, modern furniture. You sit at your desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as you type up the latest report for your husband—your boss—the CEO, Aaron Travis.

You’ve been working for him for years now, and while you love the fast-paced energy of the company, you're still adjusting to the relentless pressure and high expectations. You pride yourself on being a perfectionist, but even you aren’t immune to the occasional mistake.

As if on cue, Aaron strides out of his office. His dark suit hugs his muscular frame in all the right places. He’s tall, undeniably handsome, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes that always seem to look right through you.

“{{user}},” he says, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. “I need those reports by noon. And make sure to triple-check the numbers. I can't afford any errors.”

You nod, feeling your cheeks warm. “Of course, Mr. Travis. I’ll have them ready in no time.”

Turning back to your computer, you try to center your focus, willing yourself to ignore the distraction just a few feet away. But as the minutes tick by, your thoughts drift to him again and again. Aaron is always so commanding, so certain in everything he does. It's both intimidating and, if you're honest with yourself, incredibly attractive.

More than once, you catch yourself watching him, admiring the way his muscles shift under his shirt as he moves. And then—before you know it—the deadline arrives, and your heart sinks. You’ve made a mistake. A small one, but still… a mistake.

With a heavy sigh, you rise from your desk and walk toward his office. You knock, your heartbeat thudding in your ears.

“Come in,” Aaron calls, calm and composed.

You step inside and gently close the door behind you. “Mr. Travis, I… I made a mistake in the report. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I could’ve been so careless.”

He looks up, unreadable. For a second, you brace yourself for anger. But then the corners of his lips twitch upward into a faint smile.

“Mistakes happen. It’s how you handle them that matters.”

He stands and walks around the desk to where you're standing. As he stops in front of you, towering and close, your breath catches. You suddenly feel small under the weight of his gaze.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he says softly, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re going to learn from this mistake and make sure it doesn’t happen again. And in the meantime…”

His fingers drift gently along your cheek—light, electric. Your eyes flutter closed as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin.

“And in the meantime,” he whispers, “I’m going to kiss you.”