Celine's POV
"You're late."
An angry pair of amber-green eyes that are still seductive hold my gaze.
Jayden.
He is leaning on my desk, dressed in a black tuxedo and black pants that are ripped at the knees. That's the bonus of being Jayden and the CEO; you get to dress however you want and still look dashing and sexy.
Swiftly, I lock the for behind me before anyone can get a glimpse of him... Something about guilty conscience. In my defense, Sir Jayden doesn't just stroll into people's offices, and when he walks into a lady's, he gets tongue-wagging, being an infamous playboy.
"I can see you're checking me out."
His cheeks go up in a smirk, and he stretches his long legs in a flex.
"Sir..." I look downward to get a hold of my scattered brain, but the urge to trail the tip of
