Wyatt POV
This damn girl is something else. Walking to my office next to my dad’s, I opened the door and made my way to my desk. It was a beautiful mid-century dark mahogany desk with a very elegant carving along each leg. It was in an L- shape that sat in the middle of the room on a rug with a large, almost floor to ceiling, window on the back wall. The walls were a light grey and the floors were dark wood. A couch sat on the far wall in its own ‘living room’ area with a loaded bar and two chairs sat in front of my desk.
I don’t understand why I can’t get this girl out of my head. She is drop dead gorgeous, has all the right curves and the right hook to match, but I don’t think she is Luna material. I need a girl who is quiet and will stand behind me. I don’t need anyone trying to over
