Tyler’s Point of View.
I watch as Claire undoes another button on the shirt. My entire body tenses, but I focus on booking the last aspects of our date. She takes another step towards me. I close the computer and push it to the side.
“How do you feel, baby?” I ask.
She runs her finger down my face and across my lips. I can’t help myself but look at her cleavage that is staring me in the face.
“Grateful. No one has ever shown me the care you did,” she says, blowing me a kiss. “Whatever happened to you calling me Kitten?”
“I thought you didn’t like that.”
She undoes another button, moving even closer to the desk. My body throbs with want.
“That depends on the situation, sir.” She lifts her eyebrows at me. I reach out and pull her closer, but she resists shaking her finger at me. My c*
