Sandra
“Thank you for this, but it's too much.” I feel a bit guilty for all this fuss. All I did was my job, which I earn a more than fair paycheck for, so everything else seems like too much. When he said party, I thought we would just get together, maybe eat some snacks or have a drink and relax. Not that he would dress me up like a Princess with jewels to match.
His gaze meets mine narrowing, and I find myself wishing I hadn't said anything. “That's where you and I differ. You saved me more money with Clarke than the jewels, the pampering, and having the white room to ourselves for the week would cost.” He runs his hands from my neck down my shoulders, the backs of his fingers brushing my skin so lightly that goosebumps begin to break out across every inch of exposed flesh.
His voic
