The CEO’s Hidden Love Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires

"Girl, you're a piece of work, you know that?" Dorothy poked fun at her friend with a sly grin, her eyes narrowing in mock accusation. "Back when you were single, you were all about how great possessive guys are. Now you've snagged one, and you're nitpicking left and right! Karen, you're totally showing off your love life." Karen chuckled mischievously, "That's not it, I swear! Why would I flaunt my relationship in front of you? If I'm going to show off, it'll be after you've found your Mr. Right. Consider it a preview for you and your future beau." Dorothy fell silent.

Mr. Right.

Dorothy wasn't even sure what this word meant anymore. Maybe there just wasn't anyone in the world who was right for her.

Drinking with Karen was definitely out of the question. But they did have a fabulous time at Jeffrey's villa, where Dorothy threw on an apron and whipped up a hearty meal.

The two friends reminisced about the good old days, about the tough times at the Prosperity Consortium, Mr.

Percy's challenges, the office politics, and the subtle jockeying with colleagues.

deliberately steered clear of any talk about romance, changing the subject anytime

had said she wouldn't mention Everett in front of Dorothy, and

Karen, who was visibly worn out, needed to rest, and

to her apartment, she hailed a cab to the bar they had visited

it was selling out! Dorothy had actually enjoyed the bartender's concoctions there - tangy

the bar, pulling out her phone to search for

her apartment alone was the last thing Dorothy wanted. But she wasn't keen on taking another cab ride,

that I'm close, I see I was right!" The man squinted his eyes with a youthful grin, "Your face is too beautiful to forget, and not many can be mistaken for you." "Ugh..." Dorothy looked at him rambling in front of her, utterly bewildered, "Who are you?"

laughed helplessly, "It was just last night at this bar where we met! I'm the one who walked you out." Dorothy was a tad embarrassed, her memories post-drinks were fuzzy at best, with only snippets coming back to her. She vaguely remembered someone leaving the bar with her and also tried to help