Flora's POV
My chest was still pressed against the smooth wood of the desk, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The heavy weight of Eugene’s body finally shifted behind me, leaving my skin feeling suddenly cold in the dim light of the office.
I stood up slowly, my legs shaking so badly I had to keep both hands flat on the desk just to stay upright. My skirt was still bunched up around my waist. I reached down, my fingers brushing against the ruined, torn lace hanging around my thighs. They were completely unwearable.
I smoothed my skirt down, trying to make myself look presentable again, though my heart was still hammering against my ribs. I turned around to face him.
Eugene was already fastening his trousers, completely unbothered, his face reverting right back to that calm, sto
