After hearing Alexander Barron's words, Summer Knight nodded like a good girl and quickly nestled back into his arms.
George Lane sat in the driver’s seat, looking like he’d lost all will to live. He hadn’t even been here that long, but the amount of PDA he’d been forced to witness was insane. And every single time it hit him by surprise—no signs, no warning, just bang! Romance in your face.
Why was he the only one suffering this kind of torture? Wouldn’t it make more sense to let those CP-crazed folks back at the office feast on this?
He glanced at the rearview mirror, looking at his oh-so-unreachable boss and the soft, sweet, absolute sweetheart of a madam—and in that moment, he honestly didn’t know which one he should envy more.
Meanwhile, the whole mess from earlier at no
