Nate licked his lips alarmingly chilled and laid back in Leila's CEO chair.
His muscles relaxed, his blue-green eyes slowly tracing the path from Leila's face down her body, lingering over her heaving breasts.
Her face got crimson under his gaze. She heard no answer from him, still shocked by his appearance inside her office. Her hands tightened that towel, wrapping her. Then Nate drew his attention to the file in front of him, his long fingers flipping the page after page.
"Stop messing up with my work!" Leila leaped angrily toward him, trying to snatch the folder. But the asshole lifted the file, moving it forward and backward, then left and right, like taunting a bull for fun.
Leila's hands followed Nate's movements for a while, her face nervously frowning.
When he finally stopped,
