Veronica.
They say you should never mix business with pleasure. I say, why not, if you know how to handle it?
Power was the best aphrodisiac.
The air in the car was thick with heat and the smell of sweat and colognes mixing. My dress was slightly wrinkled, my lipstick smudged, but I looked every bit as composed as I always did. I ran my fingers through my hair, smoothing down any stray strands before reaching for my compact mirror. A few dabs of powder here and there, and a swipe of red lipstick, before I was back to the perfection I always was.
Matthew, however, wasn’t so quick to move on. He was still leaning back against the seat, his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He watched me, following every movement I made. I didn’t comment on it.
“That’s it?” He sounded like he wanted to so
