CHAPTER SEVEN
WHATEVER I HAD expected my first meeting with Luna Stone to be- this was not it. The disheveled woman who answered the door didn’t reflect any of the professionalism I had seen in her resume or the reports I had received from Gabriel and Tori.
She was awkward and clumsy, yet somehow still attractive in her tiny pajama shorts and sweatshirt. She blushed easily, and it made me feel some kind of way. When she leaned over the sink to wash her mug, I felt my c**k twitch at the perfectly rounded, satin-covered ass before me. Her shorts were so short I could see the bottom curve, and I knew I was in trouble.
Having coffee thrown at me didn’t lessen the attraction. I began to pace in the small kitchen, willing her to finish dressing so I could get out of here. My libido wanted me
