Chapter 10
Allen
God help me, she smells like vanilla. I pick up the scent the moment she walks in the front door of her office, and it makes me so hard that I'm glad I'm sitting down so I can hide my reaction to her.
Brielle speaks, but I honestly do not hear a damn thing she says because I am so focused on her full lips and wondering what they might feel like, taste like, pressed against mine.
When she stops and looks at me expectantly I merely nod, hoping like hell that the raging l**t I am feeling for her is not advertised all over my face.
She falters, and I can see a thin ribbon of confusion stream across her face before she turns her attention to her receptionist, who has been watching Brielle with a slightly amused expression.
Brielle excuses herself and disappears down the h
