Forbidden attraction Stories

Emma found the first envelope on December 1st, tucked neatly beneath her keyboard. Red paper. Gold star seal. No name. Day 1: Make someone in this office lose their train of thought. She snorted. Mischief already? Bold. Craig passed her desk just as she finished reading. Of course. “What’s got you smiling like that?” he asked, leaning over her shoulder, smelling faintly of cedar and winter air. Emma snapped the note shut,...