Andrea Tan stood in the shadowed corridor, her back pressed against the cold marble wall, staring through the barely visible crack in Daniel’s half-closed door.
The massive screen in front of him still glowed in the darkness.
Daniel shirt half-unbuttoned, breathing unevenly. His hand gripped the armrest so tight his knuckles had gone white. His eyes devoured every pixel like a starving man.
Andrea was right here. Beautiful, available willing to make him crack.
And he was busy beating his c**k and m**********g with her beauty.
“You pathetic bastard,” she whispered under her breath.
Daniel leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on Regina’s face on the screen.
Andrea felt humiliated and Andrea Tan did not tolerate feeling small.
She stepped back quietly, heels barely making a sound a
