My p***y was dripping at this point.
It wasn't much that it was him.. I mean sure he was hot, hard not to look at, muscular, like a Greek... Ah... Point was, any other man could have made me feel this exact way at this time.
I frowned, moving my chair back.
I picked up the pen, then dropped it again. “Fine, but if I’m doing this, I’ve got rules too.”
Alan leaned back against the desk, arms crossed like he was already bored. “Such as?”
“I still get to live my life. I’m not your property. I don’t check in like some unpaid intern. I’m a free woman, married or not.”
His jaw ticked, just a little. “It’s a contract marriage, Hazel, not prison.”
I rolled my eyes, “so was being your secretary, but look where that got us, you say that now.”
He didn’t argue, he just stared until I picked up
