Chapter 93
She laughed, a shocking, unexpected sound that turned into a sigh when his grip around her throat tightened just a notch.
“I want nothing from you,” Rosie hissed.
Nathan’s thumb brushed against her erratic pulse, her chest heaving up and down between them.
“Is that so?” He smiled. “Nothing?”
He brought his face closer, his mouth hovering so close that she could smell the mint on his breath. It wasn’t mint from toothpaste; he probably ate something that morning.
Rosie’s body swayed forward, her chest rising and falling sharply. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and him from her. Her body was betraying her, and the hand around her throat only intensified the whole thing."
“I should fire you,” she gasped, her eyes drowning in desire. “You had gotten that position so
