I took notes quietly like I knew he wanted. I hung onto his every word, I watched the way his lips moved when he spoke, and I saw his eyes darken when he agreed with the way the conversation was going.
And when he would glance down at me and he would give me a smile, I felt my heart clench and I couldn’t help but smile back.
He was too attractive and I was too far gone to care about being ashamed.
I would do anything he asked. I would give him the world if he wanted. I would crawl on my knees through the streets if it made him happy.
“You’re staring,” he whispered when the man, who sat across from us, went to the bathroom.
“Sorry, sir,” I muttered and looked down at my notes.
“Try not to make it so known how infatuated you are with me,” he smirked.
My jaw dropped and I arched my bro
