~Sienna~
My red heels taps against the marble floor, the tight fabric of my suit brushing against my skin.
I don’t need to keep saying this is wrong anymore. I’ve lost counts of how many times I told myself that in the mirror before leaving the house this morning.
So now I’ve accept that I’m heading straight for the dark pits of hell. And while I’m at it, I might as well enjoy the ride.
I enter my office and power on my computer.
Norman will arrive soon. He always does—early, punctual, predictable. Which is why I came earlier.
I bite my lips lightly, a flicker of mischief glinting in my eyes. If only Norman knew what’s coming his way.
I can’t wait to see him. I want to watch his eyes darken—dangerously dark with desire. I want him to have a taste of the same teasing he’s been
