3rd Person's POV:
"Who was that?"
Amanda ended the call and shoved the phone onto her desk. A loud huff of annoyance slipped past her lips. "Damned Lucian." She mumbled in anger, her brows furrowed tightly. "Making damn demands when he's not in the f*****g position to do such."
"Relax now, you're stressing out too much because of him."
"Oh Dane! How can I relax when he's being so...ugh! Why can't I even kill him already?!" She swerved her head around to meet Dane's eyes.
He walked over to her. "I could give you a massage, help you get your mind off things."
"What kind of massage?" She asked, her lips forming a pout. "Your idea of stress relief is sex."
He walked behind her, his hands planting themselves on her shoulders. He leaned down to her ear, his breath hot on his skin. "Ver
