ASHLEY
I kicked the door open with my legs, sauntering into the room. I shut it with my legs again and spun around to see him striding out of his closet with his phone in his hands. He was aggressively punching letters on the keypads and the sound it made was irritating as f**k. But then, I found my eyes glazing over his frame. I didn't care if I was checking him out unabashedly.
The man was hot and I was damn sure he knew it too. He looked like a f*****g snack. I couldn't wait to devour his crisp white shirt that clung to his leanly muscular frame, sinfully. His shirt was neatly tucked in his slacks which he paired with black shoes I was sure would cost a fortune. He had his blazer draped over his forearm that flexed a little as he typed on his phone muttering a curse word that sounded
