Julian's POV
Cara, James' girl walked in.
That black pencil skirt of hers clung to every curve of her hips. White silk blouse, and top buttons of her blouse undone, just far enough to make you lose it.
Her heels clicking sharp on the floor, and her hair tumbled down in a way that just screamed to be grabbed. And the way she moved? She knew for sure that we were staring, and she must have loved every second of it.
She walked over to my desk with this slow, lazy stride that pulled your eyes along and dropped a slim folder right in front of me, bending over just enough so the black lace trim of her bra peeked out against her skin. Then she straigtened back up, flashing this smile that gives men chills.
James was up on his feet in a flash.
He snagged her wrist before she could pul
