Chapter 8I didn’t move and just gazed. I attempted to move but was unable to do so. My heart has doubled in speed and my breath has become labored. I’m having trouble concentrating. My brain isn’t working, but all of my other senses are.
I can feel his left arm snugly wrapped around my waist, his tickling breath on the side of my neck, his warm chest crushed against my back, and his macho scent combined with the rum he drinks, which is a wonderful mixture for his seductive scent.
“W-What are you doing?” Alarmed I said. He doesn’t take his hand off my butt.
For the first time, I doubted his true profession. Is he really a CEO who handles their company? Perhaps his true profession is that of a massage therapist. He is rubbing my butt like it is nothing, as if it is something he has been t
