Chapter 8

• Andrea shifted in his bed all night, and not only because his nanny wouldn't let him stay with the boy in the clinic, but because he couldn't forget Amber's cat eyes, as well as her kisses, her pink lips, and her beautiful little face. He was, as his son had said, an angel, an angel who incited him to commit the most delightful sin.
• He opened his eyes in the middle of the night; His heart was fluttering, and a lot of sweat was pouring from his forehead even though the temperature in his room was cool. Then he looked at his pants and understood why his body was soaked. His member was as hard as a rock, hard and dripping.
• He licked his lips. Andrea wasn't one of those men who masturbate, he always controlled his emotions, in fact, he was never a twink who unloaded his hormones with his hand, but fuck! There was something about her that was driving him crazy, that was prompting him to touch himself, and he had to calm his feelings before he did something crazy and ate his secretary in her office, at her desk, or with her back to the window. She had imagined it before, in fact, ever since she knew she was his secretary, she couldn't get that fucking idea out of her head. He was never a man that any woman dazzled him, he was never a man who liked to mess with his employees, he was always correct, he followed protocols, but she seemed to be a whirlwind in his life, the kind that messes up your thoughts, your feelings, and your mental state.