June,
His finger rested on the top of my lips, and my legs weakened, the tingling feeling on my stomach just at the feel of his hand, made me press my legs tightly together.
I swallowed the second he took a step back and straightened up his suit. I stood with a heavy chest, my arms that had slipped off his shoulders, wrapped around my body.
I bit the corner of my lips watching him take his shirt and put it in a nylon bag he found on the side of the bed.
“I think that’s all.”
I hummed, completely flustered.
“When will you be ready?”
I rubbed the back of my neck and exhaled, “By Monday, and every document is ready.”
“I’ll send a driver to pick you up.”
“You don’t—“
He was already at the door, flung it open, and stepped out.
I was so close, close enough for him to touch
