LIAM
“I have to go potty,” she said.
“That can be worked out.” I didn’t appreciate the way her plea made my throat ache a little. Or how I had to steady my right hand carefully while feeding French Toast to her swollen lips.
She was clever as the devil and twice as alluring; I learned that from her dossier: homeschooled herself to take care of her mom during stage four cancer, early admission to the Cyber Security program with Global Knowledge. Not to mention her smarts combined with the lines of her curves, which burned themselves into my brain so I thought of nothing else.
They hired me to deliver her to them, but judging by the stiffness protesting in my pants, I was far from immune to her charms. I wouldn’t blame Bella for seeking to capitalize on that. Hell, I would do it if in h
