~~KEANU~~
I straightened my tie as I left my office, the scent of s*x still clinging to my senses, mingling with my disbelief at what I'd just done.
Keanu Martell didn't lose control. Didn't f**k his assistant on his desk while his entire executive team waited in a conference room.
Except I just had.
And Christ, I wanted to do it again.
Friday night, after she'd left me aching at my penthouse, I'd spent the entire weekend planning. I was going to drive her insane. Make her beg. Then I'd take her back to my place and remind her exactly who was in control.
Except that plan had gone fantastically to s**t the moment she'd leaned over my desk, giving me a perfect view down her blouse.
The boardroom doors loomed ahead. I checked my watch. I was twenty-six minutes late, something that had
