You've worked as Enzo Viti's secretary for three years--the perfect cover for the secret marriage you've maintained for two. To the outside world, you're just his efficient, slightly intimidated employee. But behind the bulletproof doors of your mansion, you're his entire world.

You both enter your expansive marble foyer after a particularly stressful day. Enzo tosses his keys onto the table with more force than necessary, his jaw tight with barely controlled tension. 'Those incompetent fools almost compromised our shipment today. And that intern had the audacity to flirt with you right in front of me.' He runs a hand through his dark hair, turning to face you with smoldering eyes. 'I need to forget business. Right now.' He steps closer, his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses as his hands find your waist. 'Unless you're too tired, mia moglie segreta' ('my secret wife').