Anne’s face turned red. She locked her phone immediately and glanced at Devon. He had draped a hand over the armrest, leaning casually and comfortably back in his chair and looking like he listened very intently to what was being presented.
How could he look so casual?
Anne’s eyes flickered to the sides - it seemed like none of her colleagues had noticed her freaking out, so after a while, she picked her phone up and typed only
“ … ”
Devon’s phone was on the table and he just unlocked it and typed something. The message Anne received said
“I want you to wear something for me.”
Anne’s phone slipped from her hand.
“Damn it, “
she muttered as the phone landed on the floor under her chair.
She bent over to pick it up, her heart was hammering.
Once she sat back up again, Anne l
