Chapter 18 —The Uncomfortable Devil

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The morning dawned heavy.

Aylin went downstairs early, determined to pretend that nothing mattered to her. That last night had been just another dinner. That she hadn't stayed up hugging her pillow, repeating to herself that she would never look at Roman Adler as anything more than her boss again.

She made coffee, set the table, and sat down with Sasha, who chewed distractedly while looking at her phone.

The atmosphere was calm. Almost comfortable. Until disaster struck.

Roxanne walked in as if she owned the place, barefoot, disheveled, wearing only one of Roman's white shirts that barely covered her hips. And nothing else. The fabric hugged her curves and left her legs exposed, perfect and tanned, as if she had just come out of a photo shoot.

Aylin saw her out of the corner of her eye and felt a cold emptiness in her stomach, but she swallowed hard and looked down at her cup.

She wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Roxanne yawned,