Her blood instantly running cold, her heart stopping and her legs losing all capability at staying around his waist, she inhaled sharply at the sight before her. Morag stood in the doorway, wild-eyed, mouth open, chest heaving. Like a woman on the verge of a massive breakdown, she was holding some folders in her hands and as they slid to the floor she made an incomprehensible cry.
Rob turned back to Rose, a frown of regret instantly across his face and a murmured curse as he quickly released her, pulling her up to sit on the desk and pulling his clothes up quickly with one hand, the urgency of their need for each other meaning his jeans and boxers had stayed pretty much close to where they were meant to sit.
He pulled Rose up off the surface fully, helping her to her feet and standing in
