“Jenna noticed the tear,” her message read, “but I figured you'd appreciate it more.”
I swallowed hard, adjusting myself instantly. Damn. She knew exactly what she was doing—and she was ruining my focus on purpose.
I texted back:
“You trying to make me come get you, baby?”
Buzz.
“Maybe. But please don’t.”
She must’ve known I was already getting out of my chair.
I leaned back in, smirking like a man on the edge of losing all composure. This girl was going to be the death of me. I was already hard just from thinking of her. And the fact that she was texting me—from the office—with him around? That was a good sign. A really good one.
Right now, I’d take whatever she gave. No hesitation. All of it.
My phone rang, snapping me out of the spiral. Unknown number. This was my personal line
