Moments later, Layla returned, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Samira will be here shortly," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But she... she's not expecting to meet with you, Mr. Castellanos. She's quite busy."
Don nodded, his mind racing. "Good," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I like a challenge." He took another sip of his whiskey, the liquid fire warming his belly as he waited for Samira to arrive. The anticipation was delicious, a sweet agony that made his c**k throb with need.
When Samira finally appeared, she was every inch the professional, her stride confident and her eyes sharp. She took in the sight of Don, lounging in the booth with the air of a man who owned the world, and her gaze flickered with curiosity. "Mr. Castellanos," she said, her voice cool
