“I’ve agreed to start writing a column for a magazine beginning this month.”

“Hiccup. It’s the first real step in my career, a super important piece, but I just can’t seem to get the words out. I have zero experience, so all the advice in the world isn’t helping.” Debbie’s words slurred, tumbling out like a clumsy confession.

Her cheeks flushed, but spilling her thoughts to this mysterious guest writer felt less daunting than admitting it to her editor-in-chief.

“So, I was planning on picking someone up tonight for a little fun, but I just can’t seem to seduce anyone sober.”

“You’re willing to give up your v*rginity to a complete stranger just to write a column? Isn’t there someone you’re already interested in? Wouldn’t that be easier?”

Debbie doubled over with laughter at his words. Having bravely downed the hard liquor in one go, her body kept slipping beyond her control.

“Say, why don’t you take off that mask? Do you always walk around the publishing house like that? I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Lots of secrets, huh?”

“Let’s just say I have a lot I’d rather keep hidden.”

The man before her was dressed to the nines, like he’d just stepped out of a gala. In his tuxedo and white gloves, he looked like he could have been performing a magic show.

Debbie swallowed hard. His courteous demeanor, broad shoulders, the sharp jawline visible beneath the mask, and his ramrod-straight posture sparked a flicker of desire. He was so impeccably put together that she suddenly had the urge to rip open his shirt buttons.

Debbie ran her tongue over her lips.

“You know what? How about you be my first?”

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