A Taste of Temptation: The Chaste CEO's Midnight Knock

"Have you ever had sex with a man?"

Late at night, miles away on a business trip, Myla Carter found herself unable to fall asleep after a few drinks.

As she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend and colleague, Sofia Moore, kept replaying in her mind, "You won't believe how amazing it feels! You're still young, Myla! Why don't you find yourself a handsome guy and experience it? And if you can't find one, don't be shy, you can explore on your own. I've got a collection of adult films that can open up a whole new world for you!"

Myla couldn't quite remember how she responded in the moment.

But lying on the hotel bed, her face flushed from the booze and her hair scattered across the pillows, she couldn't shake off the thoughts.

In just a month, she would turn twenty-six. However, as an adult woman, she had never been in a relationship, never been kissed, and certainly hadn't had sex before.

This wasn't the first time Sofia had made such comments or cracked jokes about it. But tonight, with the combination of alcohol and unforeseen desires awakening inside her, Myla found it impossible to sleep.

Restlessly, Myla rolled over in bed, feeling an intense urge growing within her. Finally, she sat up and subconsciously licked her slightly dry lips.

She reached for her phone, but she couldn't see the screen clearly because she had taken off her contact lenses and had a bit too much to drink.

She recognized the name "Moore" among her blurry contacts and opened their conversation on a messaging app.

"Hey, babe, send me some of those adult flicks. I'm in the mood," Myla messaged.

The reply she got was simply a question mark.

Myla's tipsiness seemed to make her braver, and she added fuel to the fire with another message, "Come on, don't play dumb! Choose between a guy and adult movies, then send it my way. I'll be waiting in Room 1501."

She even topped it off with a kissing emoji.

With the message sent, Myla eagerly anticipated a response. But time ticked on, and there was no reply. Just as she was about to get up and grab some water to sober up, the doorbell rang.

…

Myla instantly sobered up the moment she opened the door.

"Mr. Moore?" She exclaimed. Standing before her was none other than her boss, the CEO of Golden Time Consortium, Fabian Moore.

Fabian looked as if he had just left the shower with his short hair still slightly damp. He was draped in a dark silk robe and the belt hanging loosely around his waist. A few dark tattoos peeked out seductively from his collarbone, adding to his irresistible appeal.

Her gaze uncontrollably wandered down his body until she caught glimpses of his chiseled abs.

Fabian's tall and lean physique almost blocked the doorway, and his captivating face, partially shadowed in the dim light, no longer held that distant and cold expression. Instead, it was a gaze filled with primal hunger, fixated on its target.

"Are you here to see me? Hmm!"

She was caught off guard when she felt his strong grip take hold of her head, and she silenced any thoughts that were about to escape her lips.

As their lips locked, Myla tasted the lingering hint of alcohol on his, mixing with the taste of red wine in her mouth.

It was an unusual blend, but somehow it worked.

Before she knew it, the whirlwind of sensations carried her to the bed, where she found herself pinned down by him.

Her long hair entangled with her white nightgown, creating a surreal fantasy that ignited an intense desire in the room.

Myla believed that Fabian was clearly drunk. Otherwise, it made no sense why he would randomly show up in her room.

She instinctively resisted for a brief moment, but then she realized something: losing her virginity to a man who was not only attractive but also rich and powerful wouldn't be such a bad deal.

After all, she knew that he probably wouldn't even remember her. In fact, he hadn't even recalled that they were once classmates in junior high and used to sitting side by side for a whole year.

She was convinced that this was purely a one-night stand. They didn't get to see each other often because Fabian was the big boss and she was just an employee.

Even if she were to boast about sleeping with Fabian the next day, no one would believe her crazy story.

Bathed in the moonlight pouring in through the window, Myla gathered her courage and wrapped her arms around his neck…

As the early morning light filled the room, Myla woke up to the sight of Fabian still sound asleep.

His strong arms held her close, and his steady breathing tickled her neck.

As the alcohol wore off, she started to notice a soreness between her thighs, and her mind began to clear up.

That's when it hit her—she had slept with her boss!

Myla's breath hitched, and she carefully untangled herself from Fabian's grip. She quickly got dressed, packed her things, and bolted out of room 1501 like hell.

She went straight to the hotel lobby to book another room.

When she checked her phone, she had a shocking revelation: the messages she had sent last night were meant for Sofia, but they ended up going to Fabian instead!

It all started a few years ago at a middle school reunion when their class president made a group chat. Myla vividly remembered that Fabian was the one who had added her, but he never said a word, and she had simply saved his contact with the only info displayed, Moore, which was coincidentally the very same surname shared with Sofia Moore.

Little did she know, that moment set everything in motion.

After settling into her new room, Myla took a moment to collect herself. Then, she pulled out her phone and made a few moves to ensure she wouldn't be recognized: she left the chat group, switched her name from Myla to Lily, and even swiped a photo of some random girl online to use as her profile picture.

She figured this disguise would throw him off the scent.

She couldn't remove him because that would seem too deliberate.

After all, room 1501 was just one of the rooms booked by the company, and anyone could have stayed there.

She finally allowed herself to relax and drifted off to sleep.

…

A few hours later, Myla was awake by her alarm clock.

Today was an important day, as she was scheduled to accompany the manager to Roseforce Inc. to discuss additional funding for the convertible bond project.

The value of the project had plummeted below the stop-loss line, and the Roseforce was demanding more money or threatening to sell off the securities assets. This situation called for urgent action, so the investment department scored a special ride on the president's private jet to a city called Neatmip for the business trip.

Once she was fully dressed, Myla hurriedly gathered her documents and made her way to the hotel lobby to meet up with the team.

It wasn't long before Sofia joined her, grumbling, "Mr. Clarke was adamant that our Golden Time Consortium didn't need any extra funds, but the contract with the trust company clearly shows his name on it!"

George Clarke was their manager.

"Hey, Mr. Clarke will arrive soon. Let's talk about it later," Myla whispered, pulling Sofia aside.

Myla's eyes widened as she spotted a familiar figure surrounded by his entourage coming out of the elevator.

It was none other than Fabian.

He had changed his last night's robe look for a sleek and dashing black suit. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were pressed tightly together. He seemed too engrossed in listening to his secretary's report to notice Myla and Sofia's presence.

Fabian’s cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His strikingly handsome face always seemed to emanate a sharp and proud aura, and he barely uttered a few words, which made his presence as intimidating as if he could lower the temperature in the surrounding air.

Myla tried to recall but couldn’t match it. Compared to the man who had tenderly kissed her tears last night, Fabian appeared like a totally different person today. It seemed she had hallucinated everything about the crazy night.

"Mr. Moore is quite the eye candy. I would die without regret if I could spend a night with him!" Sofia blurted out without realizing Myla's discomfort. "Look, he and I have the same last name, but there's a huge gap between us. Myla, what's got you lost in thoughts over there?"

Myla snapped back to reality when Sophia's arm hit hers. She took a quick step back, doing her best to avoid any interaction with Fabian.

However, just as Fabian together with a group of shareholder secretaries were about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped only a few steps away from Myla and Sofia.

Fabian glanced at Myla and leaned towards his secretary, "Go find out who stayed in room 1501 last night," he instructed, his voice barely audible.

The mention of those room numbers hit Myla like a lightning bolt, causing her legs to feel as heavy as the moon.

The world around her seemed to fade into a blur, with only Sofia's excited voice cutting through the haze. "1501? Myla stayed in that room last night!"