LEVI’S POV
I wanted to s***k her. Did she know the effect she was having on me? The way she toyed with my already racing mind and heightened arousal?
She was dressed in a sleek, black body gown that hugged her curves, adorned with playful lace accents at her waist. The neckline plunged daringly low, both in front and at the back, emphasizing her alluring figure. Kneeling before me, her posture highlighted the curves of her legs, her back provocatively exposed.
Damn it! Was this intentional? Did she choose this outfit precisely to drive me wild?
My heart began to race.
She hastily gathered the papers and handed them to me. I accepted them, then asked, “Are you acquainted with Franco?”
She sighed in relief, perhaps she had been expecting criticism for the papers that had slipped from
