Miles
Cheryl marched into my office, laughing—really laughing—her deep, genuine amusement filling the space. Chris was with her, grinning like an i***t.
What the hell was he saying to her that was that funny?
I clenched my jaw and hissed under my breath, shifting in my chair. Slouching deeper, I let my legs spread, rolling my chair slightly to the side to get a better view of her as she made her way toward me.
Her outfit wasn’t helping my mood.
A blue tank top hugged her soft curves, leaving her arms and shoulders bare, while a skimpy black skirt showed off way too much of her thick, fleshy thighs. Those damn thighs—itched at my brain like a thought I couldn’t shake.
She reached my desk and propped herself up on it, her legs spreading slightly as she got comfortable.
I bit my botto
