The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

She got to say that Jeffrey had a knack for hitting where it hurt. Dorothy's face fell at his words, her lashes casting a shadow over her grim face.

Karen shot Jeffrey a sharp elbow to the ribs, signaling for him to zip it.

The dinner was a minefield, saved only by Karen's relentless efforts to smooth things over.

After they'd finished eating, Jeffrey offered to drive Dorothy back to her office.

She waved goodbye without a hint of changing her mind regarding his earlier proposition, and yet, Jeffrey couldn't help but press, “Dorothy, about that getaway at the resort—you in? If you say yes, I'll book it right now!” Karen tried to silence him, but it was too late.

reminding Dorothy of parent stuff; you know her history as a kid.” “Why should something from her childhood still cast a shadow now? I didn’t mean anything by it. I just want us to chill out and have some fun. Could she get all sensitive?” Karen waved it off, “Dorothy has always been like this—sensitive and distant. If a guy wants to get close, be it as a friend or lover, he needs the patience of a saint. With your approach? Good

flowers on her desk. Her mind raced through countless

reached for the accompanying

rash and petty, admitting her narrow perspective on things, and hoping

that seemed petty, and she could do

up her computer, found Ophelia on the company messenger, and sent a simple “Thanks for the flowers.” The

to West Legal Services today; the

hailed a cab to her apartment with the bouquet still

didn’t get them in water

store at the bottom of her building, she finally made it upstairs. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the