LAUREL
His biceps bulged harder the moment he cornered me to the wall. His eyes studied me for a moment and my knees became too weak to keep me up.
“Why don’t we make it a masquerade ball?” I asked, trying to steady my breathing as his eyes swept my face and my body with a certain gaze that I was sure was lustful.
He leaned closer with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips “That seems like a great idea” he noted.
“Yeah..so, I’m leaving now, stay safe” I shriveled, bent down and slipped through the space between his arm and the ground and went back to my office.
“So..what did Mr Hot shirt wants?” Sara asked.
“You know that’s our boss right?” I raised a brow whilst stamping onto the documents she brought over, keeping my eyes peeled for any discrepancies on paper.
She took hold o
