Chapter 48

• Stephanie couldn't remember the last time she had felt like herself again in a man's presence, much less her very powerful, very domineering boss.
• He looked like a different now, softer even. She always knew that he was attractive, sensual and handsome but now, under the soft glow of the dim yellow light in his kitchen, he looked almost beautiful. Angelic even. Ethereal.
• Soft wisps of brown curls had escaped his man bun and she found herself wanting to sink her hand into his tresses again. His face was a sharp curves and perfect symmetry, all simple proportions and perfect equations. Nothing about him was wrong. Nothing about him was an error.