Chapter 7
Chase watched Drago exit the hotel with a sigh and a craving. She’d witnessed his magic during her staff meeting and found she was more turned on than if she’d watched a marathon of Chris Pratt movies. Holy crap did Drago own a room. Hell, he owned the city.
She’d loved watching him speak while he’d translated. The way he held his body as if the walls of the room depended on him to hold them up, and the way his lips formed around each syllable he spoke. Her fingers drifted to her lips, the memory of his taste still on the tip of her tongue. What in the hell had she done? She never kissed the people she worked with. Ever.
Except today, apparently.
She clenched her hands behind her back to hide the shaking and made her way to her office. It had been all she could do to keep sta
