Damian's P. O. V
"Mr Scott" I heard from behind but I didn't turn, I knew who it was. From the tenderness of the voice and the smell of roses in the air, it was Lorelai, my assistant.
"Your coffee" she continued, "it's on your desk"
I tore my gaze from the glass walls and turned around to her. She was looking alluring as ever, hair in a neat bun, she wore a little top tucked in a mini skirt and her long legs, shining and smooth, she topped it off with black heels.
As I said, alluring as ever. I couldn't forget our business trip in Los Angeles, she made it bearable.
"Thank you, Lorelai" I answered and she smiled before walking, my eyes followed her as she strutted out of my office.
Once the doors shut close, "she wants it" Claude said, a grin on his lips as he turned back to me.
