Ryan Lucas McMillan Jr
"It's getting late, Em," I said to her as she finished stacking a pile of documents on her desk. After our heated argument, we had made peace and decided that we needed to focus on the more important things: McMillan Global, and saving it from our enemies.
"It's not even midnight," she said, leaning back against her chair. "We still have time."
I looked at her, her eyes glistening from the glow of her computer screen. Her lips were parted, and there was a small pink flush on her cheeks. And I could not help but remember that night.
I felt a stirring at the back of my head as I remembered the way she was looking at me, her eyes dark and jazzy. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was ragged. She was hungry for me, and I could not help but be hungry for her t
