LILA POV
Cold brown eyes pierce into mine, his mouth curling into a slow, predatory smirk.
My legs feel weak. My hands clammy.
That look-f**k-I hate it.
It makes me wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole.
I'm shivering. Every instinct in me screams to run. But where? The other employees would notice. They'd question me.
I try to look away. I f*****g try.
But how could I?
His suit jacket is undone, two shirt buttons left open, exposing a teasing glimpse of his defined chest. Hard, tanned muscles. That same body I've been f*****g craving to touch. That same body that-
No.
I swallow thickly, my throat dry. His note. The flowers. The way my body feels sore in places it shouldn't. The terrifying possibility that he might have f****d me, and I don't even remember it.
