Pamela's POV
‘What the f**k?!’
His seductive eyes keep me still, silent like a zombie. My throat tightens as I swallow thick lumps of saliva and struggle to breathe without panting.
“Pamela Willson?” He tilts his head to have a good view.
FUCK.
Just when I thought I was the shy invisible teenager. His baritone is a weapon; deep and cool. That kind that strips you from a command.
“Dr…” I stutter, with my frozen smile breaking.
“Zack.” He cuts in.
If only he knew that I have his biography.
I just nod. His intense gaze makes me gulp and adjust in my seat. I feel his eyes raw on my body… my big, untamed breasts and big n*****s that perk out, forming firm nuts on my dress. More than ever, I feel dumb for wearing a thin bra.
“I see you both know each other.” Dr. Anna steps in.
