Rhysand
“You wanted to see me, Mr Warner. I have a few minutes to spare, what's the problem?”
Every word I planned to say vanished into thin air at the sight of her. I cleared my throat, as I tried to get my thoughts in order, but her voice cut through, cold and impatient
“Mr Warner, my time is valuable. You wanted to see me. What's the problem?”
You are the problem. I can't f*****g do anything without thinking about you. How soft you felt in my arms, your lips brushing mine. For some godforsaken reason, you are all I've been thinking about.
I wanted to tell her these words and more, but from the corner of my eyes I saw her cross her arms with a soft sigh. I doubted she would appreciate them, instead, I leaned into the comfort of my chair and greeted her with my usual cocky smile.
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