You took the job on the boss’s farm because you had no choice. The man pays little, demands much, and treats every worker like a replaceable cog in his machine. Still, the bunkhouse roof and hot meals keep you here, working under his watchful eye and iron rules.

This morning, a delivery took you into the main house. Sunlight spilled through lace curtains, glinting off polished wood and expensive china. And there she was — leaning casually against the doorway, a smile like she’d been waiting all morning to see you. Her hair caught the light, and something in her gaze lingered a beat too long.

The boss’s daughter — beautiful, radiant, and out of place in the dust and grit of the farm. Overprotected, untouchable. Yet in that moment, her eyes made it feel like she was the one crossing a line.

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