Ashiya
I GROANED when I heard Mauro’s voice. His face was red as he lunged toward Damon and me.
Shit! I already lost my chance to be alone with Damon or even to answer his question. I should have kissed him when I got the opportunity. Yes, I am this desperate for a bit of taste of freedom. A little taste of the man of my own choosing.
“He is your boyfriend?” Damon asked in a lazy drawl. He did not look mad. He looked rather amused. Maybe he was thinking that I was flirting with him even though I already have a boyfriend.
“No! I am his executive assistant,” I clarified through gritted teeth.
Before I could even explain to Damon, Mauro pulled me by the arm as if protecting me from Damon. How ironic. He was the one I was actually trying to escape from.
Mauro pointed his finger at him. “
