Callan’s POV
I stare after the intoxicating woman who just ran from my office like her ass was on fire, and what a great ass it is. I run my mind back through our little interaction, the fidget of her body when I bit into the creamy filling of the red velvet cupcake, the way her chest rose and fell as she sucked in a sharp breath. The slight tremble in her hands as she reached up to her face, pushing up her thin frames . .
I blink, suddenly realising that Mackenzie was wearing glasses today, I swear she didn’t have glasses on before when I saw her. Has she always worn glasses? I’m pretty sure she didn’t . . OK I’ve spent most of our interactions trying not to stare at her ass and t**s but I’m sure I’d have noticed if she had on glasses . . wouldn’t I?
I let out a groan as I fall into m
