Damien
Gabriella's pink lips opened and shut.
I was f*****g enjoying every second of her discomfort and planned to revel in it for a moment. “Since reminiscing is forbidden, let's jump into business. What did Ms. Barns tell you?"
“I don't remember. It all went fuzzy after she said that you called her, and she told me about this meeting." Ella pushed her chair back and stood.
She was a vision—beautiful, smart, and so full of life. My eyes followed her every step, drinking in her straight posture, soft curves, the way her skirt accentuated her waist and the neckline of her blouse dipped low enough to see the top of her round globes. Although her clothes were professional and nonrevealing, as I imagined Ella without attire my circulation readjusted its flow.
After the way things progr
