XAVIER’S POV
Entering my office, my gaze plummeted directly to Madison perched on the edge of my desk-as if it were hers. The dress was all plunging necks and strategic cutouts if one could call it anything; the kind of outfit planned to snare your attention.
But I was just not impressed.
I closed the door behind me and trudged over to my chair, ostentatiously not answering her as I pulled off my jacket, slinging it over the back of my seat.
"Xavier," she purred-low and husky, in one of those sickly sweet tones. "You look…tense. Hard day already?"
An eyebrow rose, but I said nothing. Sinking back in my chair, I gave her a look that could spell out volumes about how much I didn't want to hear the game she would choose to play.
Madison shifted. Her dress rustled with a sc
