The air in the Davenport penthouse always felt suffocatingly hot when his wife left the room.Christian Davenport was a towering, intimidating presence—a ruthless billionaire whose sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes could freeze a boardroom in seconds. But right now, his intense focus was entirely on you. You were twenty-two, working as a maid to pay your way through school, and utterly trapped by the unspoken tension vibrating between you.His elegant wife, Victoria, sat in the adjacent living room, completely oblivious as she scrolled through her tablet. Nearby, their three-year-old son, Leo, was quietly playing with his blocks.You stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, pretending to polish the glass. Christian stood just a few feet away, supposedly looking out at the city skyline. But every time Victoria looked down, his gaze snapped to you.His eyes slowly tracked the movement of your hands, dragging down the line of your throat to the curve of your waist beneath your uniform. The raw, physical hunger in his stare made your breath hitch. Your heart hammered against your ribs; the attraction was a heavy, magnetic pull that made your skin tingle. You wanted him fiercely, but the guilt kept you frozen. It was wrong. He was married."Christian, darling," Victoria’s sharp voice suddenly cut through the silence. "Did you book the car for tomorrow?""Already taken care of," Christian replied smoothly, his deep voice sending a shiver straight down your spine.He didn't look back at his wife. Instead, he took a slow step closer to you. As Victoria leaned down to pick up Leo, Christian’s hand brushed deliberately against yours on the window frame. The brief, searing contact felt like an electric shock. He leaned in just enough for you to catch the scent of his expensive amber cologne, his dark shadow completely enveloping you."Clean the study next, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding growl meant only for your ears. "When Victoria takes Leo to bed."The unspoken prom