KIRA
I glare at Rhys, holding back everything I would like to tell him. I may be vexed with my boss, but I still need my job and his protection—wait. That changed when I decided to run away.
Placing the tray on the table, I snatch the book from him and throw it aside, my hands flying to my hips. "You have no right to rummage through my personal belongings. There’s such a thing as privacy!"
Rhys gets off the couch, looming over me as he examines me from head to toe. "Privacy? If I had reason to believe you were up to something suspicious, I would scrutinize your panties if I thought they had answers."
My eyes widen. I must have lost some brain cells, because the image of him searching the panties I’m wearing for ‘proof’ should have irked me, yet it turns me on. It’s practically as i
