He was stroking my thigh and stared directly into my eyes. He's writing patterns on it, and I am trying so damn hard to act as if it doesn't affect me at all.
" Samuel, we have work to do, every second count. What I said earlier is just for a show. I love seeing Miss Castellione's face when she's mad. It reminds me of a raging bull who only sees red." I grinned and stood up.
" I told you last night, I am not ready for a relationship, and I hate to admit, but Olivia was right. Intercompany relationships are a big no in the business world. I want to prove her wrong about using my body to get where I am. I want to deserve this position, Samuel." I told him seriously. He stood up and tower over me.
" Tesoro, do you really think I give a f**k about what other people say? You deserve this jo
