He’s my billionaire boss. A silver fox built on control. And wanting him is a mistake I’m about to make. Roman Carter rules boardrooms with quiet authority. Boundaries are his religion. Until pressure traps us in close quarters. Late nights turn dangerous. His steady gaze turns personal. One calm word from him sends heat straight through me. I’m the analyst who never missteps. He’s the CEO who never crosses lines. Every inch closer is deliberate. Every choice mutual. And the tension keeps climbing—slow, controlled, impossible to ignore. Whispers spread. The stakes rise. And desire becomes a risk I can’t control. He calls it protection. I call it temptation. And when restraint finally cracks, nothing about it is accidental.