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I shouldn't have opened his bedroom door. But it was unlocked, and I could see the bookshelves from the hallway, and God, the man had a collection that made my knees weak before he even walked in. When I heard his voice behind me, I spun too fast, twisted my ankle, and fell. He caught me. Carried me to his bed. Put ice on my ankle with hands that could buy this entire city. And when I felt exactly how much I'd affected him — I kissed him first. My boss. The grumpiest billionaire in New York. The best mistake I've ever made.