Yulia Sanders toyed with the small brown booklet in her hands, her gaze fixed on the man lifting a car inside the Auto Service Center. Dressed in cargo pants and a black tank top, he stood over six feet tall, with a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and biceps that seemed bigger than her thighs. A smear of dark grease streaked across his face, but even that didn’t dampen Yulia's interest in his physique.

Sweat trailed down his cheek, landing on his tanned arm. Yulia swallowed, feeling a warm flush creep up her face. She could almost picture him working that hard in bed...

Her eyes drifted downward, aiming to inspect his "assets," when a cold voice snapped her out of it.

"Your car’s ready."

Yulia blinked back to reality, her ears tingling. Barely two hours since her divorce, and she was already thirsting after another man. At twenty-six, she'd never felt such a powerful surge of desire.

"That guy—is he single?" Yulia asked the blonde attendant, tilting her chin with an air of nonchalance.

The blonde followed her gaze, then turned back with a glare.

"You mean Bro Harrison?"

"Yeah." Yulia kept her tone cool, masking her interest.

"He's single, but you don't stand a chance. Bro Harrison wouldn’t be interested in some plain woman like you," the blonde shot back, not bothering to hide her disdain.

Yulia paused, raising an amused eyebrow as she eyed the attendant. She could sense the girl’s insecurity—evident, almost laughable.

She did have the upper hand here.

Grabbing her keys, Yulia stood, casting a dismissive glance at the blonde. As she walked past, she leaned in and whispered, "Doesn't matter if he’s not interested in my body—my money’s a different story. Honey, you’re just too young to get it.”

The blonde’s face twisted with annoyance.

Outside, Yulia took a deep breath, surprised at her own audacity. A few hours ago, she’d never have thought she’d say something so bold and cheeky.

She looked down at the divorce papers in her hand.

Finally, she’d made the best decision of her life. She was no longer the submissive, shadow-like Mrs. Langford, and she was done with being the pampered heiress of the top family in Horizia.

Now, she was just Yulia—free to do everything she’d never dared to before.

At eleven that night, Harrison Zane was packing up his tools when Yulia pulled into the shop in her freshly washed car.

"We’re closed." He didn’t even look up, getting the first word in.

Yulia rolled down her window, calm and slow as she made her request.

"The tire pressure’s unstable, and I don’t feel safe driving. Could you take a look?"

He paused, finally raising his gaze to scrutinize her.

"I’m a member here," Yulia explained, “I come in all the time. Don’t you remember me?”

He wouldn’t remember her at all; she’d only taken ownership of the car that afternoon as part of her divorce settlement.

"Get out," he replied curtly.

A thrill shot through Yulia, and she stepped out, standing by the car with a smug gleam in her eyes.

Harrison brushed past her, half-bending into the driver’s seat to check the dashboard.

The tire pressure light blinked, and a quick inspection confirmed the problem. Just as he started to pull himself out of the car, he realized his path was blocked.

Yulia looked at him with feigned innocence. "Is it serious? I don’t even know how this happened.”

They were wedged close together by the car door, their bodies inches apart. Harrison’s brows knitted, especially when he noticed her leaning forward—her neckline revealing more than he could ignore.

He looked away, firmly moving her aside.

"Nailed something. The car’s fine,” he muttered, “the driver, not so much."

He grabbed his tools and moved to the rear wheel.

Yulia felt her cheeks flush, clenching her teeth in frustration.

The blonde girl was right—he wasn’t interested.

She caught her reflection in the large glass panel of the garage: fair skin, striking curves, long legs. Why couldn’t she find a guy who wanted to sleep with her?

She’d been bold, but maybe she really would have to hire a male model.

Her mind flashed to Yannick Langford’s parting words during their divorce. Just thinking about it sent her blood boiling.

There was no way she’d let her fresh start get crushed right here.

Harrison finished up with the tire, straightening up—only to find himself face-to-face with her again.

This time, Yulia didn’t bother hiding her intentions.

"Sleep with me. Can you do that?"