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Nikki Pierce has one chance to save her marriage from bankruptcy: a Junior Analyst job at Meridian Global Logistics. But when the CEO walks into the onboarding meeting, she’s staring at Mark Caldwell—the man she left behind for an Ivy League transfer. He offers her a Senior Executive Assistant role at $150 an hour, with one catch: "entertainment duties" included. In his soundproof 42nd-floor suite, what happens stays there—but her husband doesn’t know she’s already said yes.
Nikki stands in the 42nd-floor penthouse, the city sprawling below, as Mark Caldwell dismisses Evie with a nod and lets the door seal shut. He circles his desk, his steel-gray eyes tracing the line of
Nikki stands in her office, the wardrobe door open, and her hand hovers over a deep red silk dress she's never seen before. A note is pinned to it, in Mark's handwriting: 'Wear this. Then come find me
Nikki stands in Mark's suite, the red dress already on, the Hermes folder in her hands, as he paces before the window, tie loosened, stress sharp in his jaw. He stops, takes the folder, and says, 'The