Leah Carter knows the rules. Keep your head down, keep his calendar flawless, and never—ever cross the invisible line between assistant and boss. For six years, she’s managed billionaire Denzel Armstrong’s empire as her own life slipped into neat, predictable boxes. Until night falls, and she trades her pencil skirts for silk and heels, losing herself in the rhythm of a hidden dance club beneath the city. Denzel Armstrong doesn’t dance. He’s a natural-born leader with a heart of passion in his industry. But when insomnia and stress drive him to the brink, he finds himself in a dimly lit club, chasing a freedom that he’s never had but desperately wants. The last thing he expects is to find his no-nonsense assistant standing under the red lights, hips swaying, gaze daring him to move. On the dance floor, everything changes, and it’s a risk that could come crashing down under the heat of their secret nights.
