“That isn’t possible, sir, as long as I work for you,” she said, horrified at the thought of calling him by his name at the office. Which assistant does that?
“Then I guess I’ve to change that,” he smirked. She gaped at him. Was he going to throw her out of her job just because she wouldn’t call him by his name? She looked out of the window, dumbstruck by his words. They soon reached their hotel.
“We’re returning tomorrow morning. Be ready by 8 o’clock,” he said, looking at her face, her plump lips longing to hold close and kiss her. Carmella noticed where his glance followed and blushed to the roots of her hair. She couldn’t help but check out the way he licked his own lips hungrily.
Would he kiss her like he kissed that woman who was special to him? The one who inspired his new design
