Briar Hawthorne's eyelids fluttered open, her consciousness emerging from the fog like a slow-motion scene from a rom-com. And there, in the high-definition clarity of the morning after, she found herself wrapped up in the arms of none other than Wesley Chase - the office heartthrob with a rep for being as hard-bodied as he was hard-driving in the boardroom. Yup, she was getting a live demo of his legendary six-pack, and let's just say, the man's abs weren't the only thing that was rock-solid. As memories of the previous night's shenanigans played back in her head - every steamy, unfiltered second of it - Briar's hangover throbbed with the intensity of a bad bass drop. She didn't need a replay to know she'd crossed the line from professional to "Oh, hell yes" with her boss. The evidence was right there, skin to skin, his heart thumping a steady bass line against her ear. And as crazy as it was, Briar's first thought wasn't about damage control or the office gossip mill that was going to have a field day with this. Nope. She was already drafting the perfect clapback for when the girls in accounting got all up about Wesley's chiseled torso. Spoiler alert: The guy was packing heat everywhere. But rewind. How did she end up tangled in the sheets with the head of the department, of all people? Oh, right. Yesterday happened.
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