GRACE
Even though I should not have, but I took my time to stare at him when I entered the room where he was sitting. His broad chest, which stretched the fabric of his white shirt. His strong muscular forearms, that bulged through his suit jacket and that tall frame, that had hidden me in front of him. And then my eyes dropped to that sinful mouth. Those lips that had rubbed against my skin, that had sucked and licked my juices. Those beautiful lips had brought me intense pleasure. Even now his lips were tilted in a cruel devilish smirk as he looked at me. My heartbeat raced when I realized that he was staring at me, just like I was staring at him.
I had thought that he may insult me by calling me a prostitute or a thief, and probably kick me out of his office, but nothing like that ha
