RHEA'S POV
The book in my hand was long forgotten as I was sprawled on the couch in Estefan's study, staring at him who was busy working on his computer. The way his muscle bulged out in his white shirt, threatening to tear the fabric apart whenever he moved was a sight for the sore eyes.
I also find it funny how he scrunched his eyebrows and looked back and forth between the computer and the papers stacked on his desk when he got confused. And when he gets frustrated, he would run his hand through his hair, giving him that sexy look that would make any woman drool.
"Is it me you are reading, or the book in your hand?" He glanced up at me.
My eyes widened as I picked up the book lying on my lap and put it to my face. "Of course, it's the book I'm reading." I chuckled nervously.
"Is th
