Chapter 23

• Hours passed and the magnate was finding it difficult to achieve absolute concentration, he couldn't do it, not with her in there. His eyes kept searching for her from time to time, she was sitting around a small table in his study, doing something he had asked her to do, and he was at his desk, working on his Mac. He was amazed to think that a hundred times was not enough, compared to the number of times his eyes searched for her insistently. He wanted to send all that paperwork and work to hell and have her close to him, in his arms, kissing her until she couldn't breathe anymore, his desires growing stronger and he didn't know how he could resist so much. He saw her stand up, take off the black trench coat she was wearing, and delicately place it on one of the leather armchairs.
• His cousin's clothes looked a thousand times better on her, and in that body, how could everything not look good on her? And with those high boots, she looked so sensual and spectacular, by all the gods of Olympus, was he enchanted by her that he couldn't take his eyes off her? Blessed be the man who had had her as a woman, in his bed, who had caressed and kissed her as he was dying to do.
• "Your brother is one of them." His crazy mind reminded him, and he almost wanted to hit himself on the head.