Noelle“Noelle? Hello?” a deep voice rumbles my name, and I almost jump out of my seat.
Around the long conference table, all eyes in the room swing over to me. I’m supposed to be taking notes on the business meeting I’m in, but I’d been doing what I usually do at work: ogling my way-too-sexy boss, Liam.
I drag my eyes up his broad chest and blink twice. “I’m sorry, what was that?” I clear my throat, trying to hide my embarrassment. But I’m pretty sure my mouth was just hanging open. I was having a particularly vivid fantasy about him taking me into his office, pushing me up against the wall and ripping my dress off while he whispered filthy endearments in that wonderfully naughty British accent of his.
Although I don’t stress about climbing the career ladder, I’m still a hard worker and
