He c***s an eyebrow, perhaps after realizing that I am having deep thoughts about him.
I clear my throat, shaking my head a little. I cannot afford to be weird again. "I think I am better off admiring the portraits. You are not good for my sight right now, Mr. Almeda,” I mumble, ogling his beautiful eyes and avoiding his sugary lips at all costs.
"Yeah? Why?" He groans, his arms dropping to my butt, pressing them hard.
Now I think he shouldn't bend the rules. Can we work like this? "Because I might forget where we are and rip this beautiful suit off you. You are flaming hot in it, by the way. A harmless compliment." I unintentionally lick my lips, making him smirk.
"Well, I dressed to impress someone. I am glad I nailed it."
Ooh, I see! "I hope it's not that b***h you have as a recept
