Helena always believed that temptation was for the reckless, not for her. At forty-five, she had discipline carved into her bones, the kind that made people see her as untouchable. Sharp heels, tailored suits, and a stare that could silence a room. She had learned to thrive in control. But control was fragile when Roman was around. He was everything her carefully built world warned her to avoid: younger, unapologetically confident, and carved in the kind of strength that drew eyes without effort. His skin, deep and smooth, gleamed like temptation itself. Their first meeting wasn't supposed to mean anything. A business connection. A shared drink. But one look at his broad shoulders under that fitted shirt and the slow curl of his smile, and Helena felt the unthinkable—her own rules shaking under his gaze. Every glance after that became a game of restraint. Every word a double meaning. His voice was a low promise; her answers were always a dare she didn't mean to give. Tonight, the line between sin and safety isn't just thin—it's breaking.