Casper
"I have rules."
I didn't expect less from her as I leaned back in my chair, a small smirk forming on my lips.
I had half expected her not to show up.
The woman was different, and got on my nerves. Not in the way that made me mad, but in the way that made me want to tie her up and kiss her to submission.
The moment she had walked through the restaurant doors, I had almost choked on my wine.
For someone who had called to emphasise she was here to discuss business, she had gone all out.
Her hair was pulled into a high, sleek ponytail, giving her facial features the sharpness they needed. Her lips were painted a sinful red that made me want to kiss her and suck on them.
The black dress she wore was equally sinful. Long so it reached her calf, but so sheer it left so little to
