Her every word did hurt him, but he was quick to hide it. His lips were hovering over her skin and his hot breath had her standing on tip toes with her back pressed firmly to the door “Hide all you want, Anya, but you know as much as I do that this passion between us will bring us back together”.
Anya wanted to give him a snarky retort, but all her words died down in her throat when she thought that he was going to kiss her, again, but to her benefit or disappointment, he didn’t. He pulled away from her with that irritating as fu@k smirk of his “Come to my office in fifteen minutes, Ms. Smith”.
The way he said ‘Ms. Smith’ she knew she was in big trouble, one that was going to make her insane “Holy fu@k!” her whispered surprise was the only sound in her empty office.
She sat down at her
