**Chapter 1: An Unlikely Roommate in Amalfi Coast**

Imogen Harris adjusted her oversized sunglasses and fluffed her curly brown hair as she watched the private jet's engines roar to life. She settled into her plush seat, running a manicured hand over the tailored white pantsuit that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her ample chest was a testament to her love for designer dresses and unapologetic self-expression. As the billionaire sidekick to various high-profile entrepreneurs, Imogen was no stranger to luxury. The intercom beeped, and the pilot's voice announced, "Prepare for takeoff, Miss Harris." Imogen smiled wryly, thinking about her boss's last-minute decision to send her to Italy. She'd have preferred a beach vacation on her own terms, but duty called. As the jet soared into the sky, Imogen's thoughts drifted to the mysterious meeting awaiting her in Florence. Her boss, Reginald, had been tight-lipped about the details, but Imogen suspected it involved a high-stakes deal with a prominent tech mogul. She glanced down at the itinerary on her tablet and raised an eyebrow at the accommodations listed: a luxurious villa in Positano, shared with someone named Beckett Ryder. The name sparked a twinge of curiosity. She'd never heard of him, but that wasn't unusual in her line of work. Imogen made a mental note to research Beckett Ryder before their paths crossed. Meanwhile, in a different part of the world, Beckett Ryder stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his Manhattan office, gazing out at the glittering cityscape. His eyes, an unnerving shade of piercing green, seemed to bore into the steel and glass giants below. As CEO of Ryder Innovations, a cutting-edge tech firm specializing in sustainable energy solutions, Beckett was accustomed to commanding attention. The door swung open, and his assistant, Rachel, announced, "Your flight to Florence has been confirmed, Mr. Ryder. You'll be meeting with potential investors to discuss funding for the Helios project." Beckett's gaze snapped back to the present, his mind already focused on the high-pressure negotiations ahead. As he boarded the private jet bound for Italy, Beckett was surprised to learn that his accommodations would be shared with a certain Imogen Harris. He frowned, wondering why Reginald had seen fit to saddle him with a roommate. Upon arrival in Positano, Imogen and Beckett's paths finally crossed in the villa's opulent foyer. Imogen's bright smile faltered as she took in Beckett's rugged, chiseled features and imposing presence. His dirty blond hair was neatly trimmed, and those piercing green eyes seemed to assess her with calculated interest. "Imogen Harris," she said, extending a manicured hand. Beckett's handshake was firm, his gaze lingering on her curves before he replied, "Beckett Ryder. It seems we're stuck with each other for the next few days." The air was charged with tension as Imogen flashed a sarcastic smile. "How lovely. I was hoping for a bit of solitude. Guess that's not an option with you around." Beckett's response was dry. "I'm sure you'll find a way to make the most of our... arrangement." The atmosphere was already thick with unspoken hostility, but Imogen's gaze sparkled with mischief as she suggested, "Shall we drop the formalities and head to the beach? The Amalfi Coast isn't exactly known for its chilly weather." Beckett raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "You're pushing your luck, Miss Harris." Little did they know, the battle of wits – and willpower – was only just beginning.