Claiming His Son's Séxy Girlfriend (2)
He opened the door to his study and left it wide behind him. She hesitated, then followed. The room smelled like cedar and old books. He sank into the deep red leather chair and motioned to the other across from him.
She sat carefully, pressing her knees together. Her back remained stiff.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” he said, watching her body more than her eyes. “I just wanted to tell you something.”
“Y-yes, sir?”
“You and Peter. You seem to be getting really close.”
“I guess,” she said, fiddling with her fingers.
“You guess?” he echoed, smiling.
“Well... I mean, I don’t know. Maybe you should ask him that.”
He chuckled darkly. “Vera, the moment I met you, I pulled Peter aside and told him, ‘You don’t f**k this up.’ I saw right away. You’
