Forbidden Cravings: The Boss's Slow Burn Touch
Forbidden Cravings: The Boss's Slow Burn Touch Forbidden Cravings: The Boss's Slow Burn Touch In the glass-walled high-rise of downtown Hong Kong, where deals closed after midnight and ambition smelled like expensive cologne, Mia Chen was just trying to survive another fiscal quarter. At 28, she was sharp, overworked, and secretly dying for something—anything—to break the monotony. Then there was him: Ethan Lau, 38, her direct boss, the guy who could kill a project with one raised eyebrow or make your pulse race with a single glance across the open-plan floor. At first it was nothing. Just the usual late-night prep for board meetings. Ethan would lean over her desk to check spreadsheets, his sleeve brushing her arm, the faint cedarwood scent of his skin hitting her like a drug. "Good catch, Mia," he'd murmur, voice low and gravelly. She'd nod, cheeks hot, pretending it was the coffee. But every brush, every lingering look, ...