Secretary Mercer, Mr. Bennett wants you to send a box of condoms to his hotel room."

It was the first time Genevieve Mercer had ever bought something like this. She randomly grabbed a box labeled "Extra Strength Endurance" and hurried to the presidential suite on the top floor of the Hilton Hotel.

That was Austin Bennett’s exclusive room.

She knocked lightly. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a man in a bathrobe.

His hair was damp from a shower, faint droplets still clinging to the strands. His robe hung loosely, revealing glimpses of sculpted abs.

Just one look made Genevieve’s throat go dry. She quickly averted her gaze and extended the bag toward him.

"Mr. Bennett, here’s what you asked for."

Before she could react, Austin suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. The door slammed shut behind them.

The room was dark.

Genevieve’s back pressed against the wall, her heart hammering.

"Mr. Bennett? What’s wrong?"

Austin didn’t respond. His breath was hot against her ear, ragged and uneven.

"Help me," he murmured.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body, as if he were struggling against something.

"Mr. Bennett—"

Before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her words in an overwhelming, searing kiss.

When Genevieve woke up, daylight streamed through the curtains.

Beside her, Austin was still asleep.

She barely shifted, only to wince—her body ached in ways she hadn't expected. Flashes of last night’s intensity flooded her mind, making her cheeks burn.

Why on earth did I pick that kind of box for him?!

When she felt steady enough, she carefully slipped out of bed, got dressed, and headed for the door.

Before leaving, she glanced back at the man in bed.

Even asleep, Austin exuded an air of dominance. His high-bridged nose, sharp features, and chiseled jawline made him undeniably attractive. It was no wonder every woman in the company was drawn to him.

She had been no exception.

But she had never expected to wake up in his bed.

After a quick shower and change of clothes, Genevieve arrived at Bennett Enterprises.

The moment she stepped onto the top floor, an assistant rushed over.

"Secretary Mercer, be careful—President Bennett seems to be in a terrible mood today."

The events of last night flashed in Genevieve’s mind.

Could it be because of what happened?

She swallowed hard. "Understood."

Just then, the intercom buzzed.

"Come to my office," Austin’s cold voice commanded.

Genevieve inhaled sharply before stepping inside.

"President Bennett, you called for me?"

Austin’s expression was unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. "Someone tampered with the wine last night," he stated flatly. "Find out who."

Genevieve stiffened.

She had suspected as much. The way he had acted last night—it had been more than just attraction.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

Austin’s next words sent a chill through her.

"Also, find the woman who entered my room."

Her breath caught.

He doesn’t remember it was me.

If he found out, there was no way she’d be able to stay at Bennett Enterprises.

"Secretary Mercer?" Austin’s sharp gaze locked onto hers. "Are you listening?"

Genevieve quickly snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes, sir. I’ll begin the investigation immediately."

She turned to leave, but dread churned in her stomach.

Outside his office, a junior assistant handed her a cup of coffee.

"Secretary Mercer, are you okay?"

Genevieve took a sip, forcing a smile. "I’m fine. By the way, where’s Caleb?"

Caleb Harrison—the assistant who had texted her last night, instructing her to bring a suit to Austin.

But from Austin’s reaction, he had no idea about that arrangement.

Which meant he had been set up.

"Caleb hasn’t come in today," the assistant replied.

Genevieve immediately dialed Caleb’s number.

It was turned off.

Her lips curled in a humorless smile.

Caleb had worked under Austin for two years. She never imagined he’d betray them both.

Determined, she launched her own investigation. She checked the hotel’s security footage—only to find the cameras had mysteriously malfunctioned.

Whoever orchestrated this covered their tracks well.

Uncovering the truth wouldn’t be easy.

But Genevieve wasn’t about to let the real culprit get away.