…RILEY…
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“Come in.”
My fingers tightened on the tray as I pushed his office door open with my hip.
Soren motherfucking Knight was propped on his leather couch like a fallen king. His shirt was rumpled, unbuttoned just enough to show a tempting V of his chest. f**k, he even fakes being sick sexily. He looked deliciously wrecked, and it made my cunt clench with a hot, immediate pulse.
“Here you go, boss. Chicken soup, just like the doc ordered,” I said, setting the tray down. I let my voice stay light, teasing, but my eyes didn’t play. They locked onto his, feeding on the dark fire I’d lit days ago. “Though I bet you’re faking it to get out of… .”
He shifted, the leather sighing under his weight. “I’m not faking anything. Flu’s got me down. Thanks for this.” He said curtly and I t
