How did he look so put together while I felt like a mess?
"And Madison?" He paused at the door, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "Try to focus on actual work while I'm gone."
My cheeks flamed. "I always focus on work."
"Mm-hmm." His eyes dropped to my still-trembling thighs. "We'll finish our discussion later."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my frustrated arousal and mortification.
I pressed my cold hands to my burning cheeks. What the hell just happened? My body still hummed with unfulfilled desire, and my legs felt like jelly. I needed to get myself together.
Grabbing my purse, I bolted for the washroom. Thank god it was empty. The fluorescent lights weren't kind to my reflection - flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and my carefully applied m
