Monalisa POV.
Greg and I had just finished making love a few minutes ago when I walked out of his office.
Panties in my bag, clothes rumpled and sandals barely buckled, I hurried to leave because I had another class in ten minutes.
He promised to call me and told me to leave my email address with his assistant on my way out.
So here I was, standing a few meters from Steven's desk while his eyes raked over me, taking in my appearance.
I felt the hairs on my neck stand as he inspected me, from my disheveled hair that was flying in every direction, to my swollen lips with the cut on the bottom, then it dropped to my crinkled dress, and finally rested on my halfway buckled sandals.
Heck.
I should have taken more time to straighten myself out. I smoothed a hand over my hair, trying to re
