"Long day?" the bartender asked as Wyatt took a seat.
"You have no idea," Wyatt replied, loosening his tie. "I run a tech company, and trust me, computers are less complicated than people."
It was then he noticed Riley-a woman with soft curls framing a delicate face and warm brown eyes that seemed to glow even in the bar's low light. She was studying the menu intently, unaware of his gaze. Wyatt couldn't resist.
"Need help ?" he asked, sliding over.
Riley glanced up, her eyes meeting his. "Actually, yes. Any suggestions?"
"Try the old fashioned," he said, flashing a charming smile. "I'm Wyatt.
"Riley," she replied, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks.
Conversation flowed easily between them-talk of work, dreams, and funny anecdotes. By the end of the night, they left together, caught up in an intimate moment filled with passion, lust and desire, Both mutually lust after each others body.
A week later, Wyatt strolled into his sprawling corner office, coffee in hand. His manager had hired a new executive secretary to assist him. He barely glanced at the woman behind the desk until she spoke.
"Good morning, Mr. Walker. I'm Riley, your new secretary."
Wyatt paused, frowning slightly as he took in her face. She looked...familiar. But he couldn't place why.
"Right," he said, clearing his throat. "Pleasure to meet you." He gave a polite nod and continued to his office, though a nagging thought echoed in his mind: Where have I seen her before?
Meanwhile, Riley's heart pounded. She recognized him immediately-this was the same man she'd spent an unforgettable night with. He doesn't remember me, she thought, forcing a professional smile. This is definitely not how I planned on meeting my new boss.
Yet Wyatt, distracted by his usual workload and a million-dollar deal on the horizon, simply welcomed her to the team. He couldn't shake the strange feeling that something about her seemed familiar, but he had no reason to believe she was the same woman who had slipped away from his bed just earlier.