DAMIEN POV
Unread.
I scowled at the unread messages that I had sent to Cheryl earlier today.
Was she ignoring me on purpose? Isn't she supposed to come to work today or something?
Feeling frustrated, I yanked my tie off my neck and stretched in my chair. Surely, Cheryl Chastain is going to be the end of me. I'm probably going to grow white whiskers obsessing over why she isn't answering my DMs or emails.
Weren't we supposed to talk about what happened between us yesterday night?
Ah! Last night, huh?
Almost immediately, a sharp jab of lust speared through my groin, hardening my c**k, and right there, one thing was made very clear to me.
I wanted my assistant.
And not in a good way either.
I wanted her on her knees, settled between my thighs, and sucking my c*
