The dream always started the same way.Heat, low lights.A slow, intoxicating pull that made her forget how to breathe.
She was pressed against a dark marble wall, the kind found in underground clubs. His hand on her waist , firm, possessive, unhurried , he knew she wasnt going anywhere even if she tried. The scent of him wrapped around her , smoke, silk, leather, something sharp and outrageously expensive."Look at me," he murmured.
She did, his eyes were dark dangerously calm, one that came from a man who ordered things no one could imagine and slept just fine afterward. His thumb brushed her lower lip, tilting her face up, and for a moment the world narrowed to the space between them.
Then he kissed her, not rushed , not gentle either. Pure bliss wrapped in chaos a kiss that rewired thoughts, the kind that promised ruin and didn't apologize for it. Her fingers fisted in his suit jacket, pulling him closer, increased violent heart beats like a warning but her body didnt dare move and she liked it. Just as his lips trailed lower, just as his voice dipped to whisper her name.
Bree , bree !!!. She woke up, Breath uneven sheets twisted around her legs.
Her heart racing like she'd actually been there. She stared at the ceiling of her small apartment, sunlight creeping in through her half-closed blinds, and let out a shaky laugh. "Get it together," Sandra said as she wallked away .But the image wouldn't leave, she had only seen him once, Once!!! and it had been enough to ruin her peace.
He was the owner of the company she worked for, though owner felt like a harmless word for a man deeply entangled in the criminal underworld that even rumors feared to exaggerate him. To the public, a brilliant businessman. To those who knew him a lot better, he was power dressed in tailored suits and silence. To bree ...He was the man who haunted her dreams , a nightmare wrapped in a sweet sensation.
She worked in his company as an undercover operative—placed there quietly, deliberately, with orders to observe, collect, and report. No emotional involvement, no close contact except when neccesary and definitely no dangerous crushes on men who could destroy lives by the blink of an eye.
She had broken every rule the moment she saw him walk into the boardroom that day.
The way conversations died when he entered.The way people straightened , the pin drop silence .The way his eyes swept the room once and briefly caught hers.
That single glance had lodged itself somewhere deep inside her.
Now, as she dressed for work, adjusting her dress and forcing professionalism into her posture, she felt a familiar twist in her stomach, that same feeling , today she would walk into a building owned by the man from her dreams. A man who didn't know her real name. A man who could never know the truth about why she was there, by day a quiet employee blending into spreadsheets and meetings by night, a woman lying awake, wondering what it would feel like to finally get the satisfaction of more than a dream.And somewhere between duty and desire, she was already losing control.