James Sinclair
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving her as she stood at the front of the room.
Liv’s voice was steady, confident even, but I could see the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she gripped the podium. She was trying to ignore me, trying so damn hard to keep it together, but I knew better. I knew exactly how much my presence affected her, how much the weight of my gaze made her unravel.
And fvck, it made me want her even more.
Watching her squirm under the guise of professionalism was intoxicating. Her soft lips parted as she spoke, her breath just a bit too fast, her chest rising and falling with more urgency than necessary. I smirked to myself, satisfied with the effect I had on her. She was pretending to be composed, trying to play her role as the
