Chapter 11 A Veiled Warning From The Boss

• Mine too.
• I look at him shamelessly, remembering how good he smelled last night; how the salt of his skin tasted. How his arms felt tightly wrapped around me. I had an Adonis on my hands and was too drunk to appreciate it. Instead, I babbled on about my ex and virginity and all sorts of embarrassing things.
• He towers over Paige, who is in three-inch heels and looks at him like a child in awe. Everyone seems to be staring at him in awe, their attention fixed on his body as he fills the space behind the podium, his broad and solid upper body in the gray suit and yellow tie. He looks every bit the billionaire. And that hair... It's a rich chestnut, combed back and curled at the ends.