Amelia's POV:
I returned from the kitchen just as the door was shutting. I turned to Richard, he still sat at his desk but he had this look in his eyes. This predatory look. I turned to the door again. Who had just come in? I felt a familiar aura in the office again, but I could be wrong about it. Perhaps It Was just Mark. And I knew what would happen if I asked Richard about it.
"Come here," He called me closer.
My heart thudded in my heart as I crossed the space over to him. Just a few minutes ago, I was sitting in his lap as he told me the things he wanted to do. Or hear.
My cheeks burned bright red as his words played in my head. For someone who maintained I was nothing but a prisoner, he really had some fantasies.
I walked back to him. Again, he motioned for me to sit on his lap
