ZOE
The sound of the keyboard was the only thing keeping my mind occupied. I was trying to focus on the reports for the new project, but every time I saw the word architecture, an image slipped in uninvited. It belonged to a man almost six feet three inches tall, in a custom designer suit, with hypnotizing green eyes, and hands that could easily spank my butt on the bed.
I was still thinking about his message, replaying it in my head with his rough, masculine voice.
Class at seven in the evening with Helena Baxias.
It was no small thing. The legendary Helena Baxias was a living legend in interior design. Thinking about it made me nervous, but thinking about him was something else. I couldn't get the tone he had written it in out of my head. Sharp, dominant, as if he gave orders even wh
