ANGELICA'S POV
To say the last two days have been awkward would be an understatement. Every time I go to report to my bosses about their schedule, I can't help but think about what Dylan said to me.
I know he was being earnest about it. I could feel it in his eyes.
I wanted to believe that I didn't want to give into his temptation, lift my skirt right now, bend over that dark desk of his, and let him f*ck me. I swear I was trying my best to control my emotions.
I looked at Dylan, who was busy typing something on his laptop. As much as I hated to believe it, I wanted this between us. I was craving it.
He must've said that momentarily because he was tipsy after the party or because he felt pity for me, but my thoughts were only in one direction.
I wanted him like a woman needs a man in
