*Isabella's POV*
We eventually made it to work, the slight ache between my thighs a delicious, constant reminder of our morning. He went straight to his office, and I to my own, the professional mask snapping back into place with a practised ease. I immediately got busy with work, filing spreadsheets and making reports, trying to drown myself in a sea of numbers and quarterly projections to ignore the thrum of anticipation under my skin.
I was lost in the mind-numbingly familiar task when the phone rang. "Yes?" I answered, already knowing it was him.
"Isabella, come here for a minute," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a shiver straight down my spine.
"Okay," I said, hanging up and heading into his office, making sure to close the door behind me with a soft click.
