Amara.
I was still literally shaking by the time I returned to my desk.
The stupid folder I’d dragged into his office as some kind of ‘professional prop’ was now abandoned on my desk. Meanwhile, I was busy… staring at my computer screen like it had answers.
My reflection in the black monitor was anything but what a strong independent woman should look like.
I hated how my body betrayed me around him. Hated it so much. And still, I couldn’t stop craving more
I could still literally feel my cheeks burning, and not from embarrassment—well, maybe a little.
Though my heartbeat has slowed down, I couldn't get his words out of my head.
You want to be ruined.
What made it worse was the fact that he might be right.
Before I knew it, my fingers gently brushed my lips like an i***t, as if
